Sunday, August 28, 2011

"Second to the Right, and Straight on Till Morning"

WARNING: For those of you who haven't read Peter Pan, this post contains spoilers.
 I grew up with Walt Disney's animated classic Peter Pan (in fact, I grew up with practically ALL the Disney classics, and love them still today). Little me would swoon over Peter's swashbuckling antics, admire Wendy's nightdress and English accent but begrudge her place in Peter's heart, try to be a Lost Boy with John and Michael and fail horribly, fume at Captain Hook and wish I could take him on myself, and love the ever-clueless Smee. Tinker Bell I sort of ignored until the end, when she was immortalized in my young heart as the only other "person" who would sacrifice herself for someone she loved besides Jesus. Don't worry--I now know of several better examples XD
 The movie remains one of my very favorites, which is why I was reluctant to read the actual book when it was offered to me. What if it ruined my beloved view of the characters already ingrained in my mind by the film? What if I didn't like it? What if Neverland wasn't the same?

Well, I can truthfully say that it wasn't.

It was much, much better.

I read Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie this afternoon while I waited out the hurricane in this area. The first thing that drew me in and the thing I feel that the movie missed out on was the writing style. J.M. Barrie was writing a children's book, yes, but he wasn't afraid to tackle grown-up themes, and at the same time he wasn't afraid to think like a child. Peter Pan is full of truths like growing up, death, love, loss, and fear, and these truths are often written in very blunt and surprising but never inappropriate ways--ways that sort of made me wonder if I was still reading a children's book.

The characters in the book were much different than they were portrayed in the movie, but I had expected that....

Peter seemed a bit more clueless concerning the "real world", although it made him no less lovable to me. He was very skillfully portrayed in his pride and his self-centeredness, something one would expect from a little boy who had been the only authority in his life for--well, his entire life! He was a more tragic figure in the book--barred, as Barrie put it in the sixteenth chapter, from what all other children had even though he had Neverland. He was forgetful and distracted, sort of like a little ghost drifting from one adventure to the next and forgetting about all the others except the one he was in. He was brave in each adventure, however, and in the end proved himself a fitting and lovable hero.

The Darling children were the characters who surprised me the most. Their entire story was so different from the one I am used to. They stayed in Neverland for many weeks instead of only the odd day-or-two depicted in the movie. Their parents were much less endearing though not totally unlikable. Wendy was a pleasant surprise--she was such a classic little girl, one who was methodical and driven in her quest to be a good mother but never quite losing her longing for her own. The things she said and did in the book were so well written that they could have been said or done by several small girls I know. She was believable, sometimes clueless but never forgetting her duty to her "children." John and Michael were quite the pair. They appeared less often in the book than in the movie, but were just as cute and funny. Michael, my favorite in the book and the movie, was missing only his teddy bear which I'd expected him to fly all over Neverland with--the rest of his character was adorable. John was a logical little chap, though I was quite dismayed when Peter popped out the bottom of his tophat to make a chimney.

The Lost Boys were a disappointment, NOT because of underdevelopment of their characters, but only because they actually grew up. I was so attached to them that I couldn't believe Tootles as a judge or the twins in an office. I also had a bit of trouble believing that the Darling parents adopted six strange boys dressed in bearskins and leaves, but maybe that's just because I didn't want them to do it XD I have to say that I preferred Disney's ending, where the Lost Boys stayed with Peter and keep the perfect picture of seven wild boys I've had all these years. What can I say--I'm biased!

Hook and the Pirates were a real delight to read. Sometimes cruel and viscious, but never overly scary, they were truly convincing characters. Besides that nasty hand incident, I never did get why Hook hated Peter so much--maybe Barrie didn't feel the need to mention it at all. Smee was a joy. Hook's end was satisfying, especially after his entire thought process on "good" and "bad" form, which was one of the most fun parts of the book to read.

Tinker Bell, the fairies, Indians, and wild animals of Neverland were a perfect supporting cast for such amazing characters. Tinker Bell was especially colorful, as was her classic line which was repeated about 15 times and probably means something totally different today. She didn't save Peter from a ticking bomb, but drinking his poisoned medicine was just as heroic.

Neverland itself was simply more real in the book. The description was more colorful, and the dangers more real. The creatures were original and usually had "Never" tacked onto the front of their names, which made for an amusing pattern throughout the book.


I'll always be a fan of Peter Pan, the Disney classic. I don't think anything could replace it in my mind. But the book gave me a whole new perspective on characters I thought I knew so well--made them better. It made them more real, more believable, more loveable. I realized that writing for children is an art, especially when writing chapter books with more of a plot than "Sue loses her shoe." And Peter Pan has whetted my appetite for more classic children's books. I want to read more--I want to rediscover the classic characters I've heard about or watched. And I encourage you to do the same.

Next on my list is Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, both in one big book called The Annoted Alice. I'm looking forward to this journey and don't worry--you'll be hearing all about it =)

~Elisabeth



Saturday, August 13, 2011

The Happiness

Folks, meet my dog (if you miss her, you need to check your pure-and-simple happiness detector). Her name is Denza, and she's a Golden Retriever, which is arguably the most happy dog in the entire world. When she's happy--well, that's all the time. But when she's REALLY happy, she just sort of sits in front of you, grinning as if her life has been defined the moment your hand sunk into her fuzzy fluff.

This past weekend, I was a Golden Retriever.

I cannot begin to explain to you the joy I feel when I write. Sometimes it's hard, sometimes I hate doing it, sometimes I want to be a brain surgeon and forget all about showing-not-telling. But I always have this joy--the joy that I'm creating something, be it another Les Miserables (I highly doubt it) or another building block for my "never-read-again" pile. I love to write, and I could truthfully say that if I could simply write for the rest of my life, I would be quite content.
So, the writing's enough for me. But then comes this week (and all the weeks in prior years). Not only do I get to meet scores of people who love to write and who love God, but I also am told that what I've written is quite GOOD by more than one or two sympathetic grown-ups. On the contrary, all of the people I met with this year were not only pleasantly surprised with my ramblings, but some of them even expressed an interest in publishing them. It's like being told that you're good at eating ice cream.

....

I think I could die happy 8D

I can't tell you how much the GPCWC means to me. Ever since I found it, I've been looking forward to a blissful weekend of escape every August. Sometimes there are hard things that are said, and I can honestly say that stings. But I've learned--I've been made to learn--that even when you feel like you've been hit really hard, you have to get up and keep doing what you love.

The first thing that simply amazes me about the conference is that it is FULL of God. He is in the sessions. He is in the worship. He is in the teaching. People pray with you after interviews. People pray with you after classes. People pray for you in the hallways. I can't imagine going to a more secular conference and losing that richness that simply permeates the GPCWC. Not only is it comforting and calming when you're stressed and frazzled, it's also a firm and solid foundation for a sensational conference.

The next great thing about the conference are the people. The people who come from all over the US--and sometimes outside the US, too--are simply incredible. They are from all kinds of churches, and they have all kinds of different views on faith and theology, but (thank God!) it doesn't stop from loving each other and sticking together like brothers and sisters in Christ. You meet the most unique and kind people, people who exhort you to keep pushing and moving forward even when you're so tired you're falling asleep at lunch. They interact in the classes, ask questions you wouldn't dream of in a thousand years, keep you smiling and keep you going all week. They offer the best advice and give you new leads on how to better your writing and yourself. I was humbled to interact with them this week.

Then there are the teachers, the writers, the editors, the agents, the people who make this thing happen. They. Are. Amazing. And that's truly all I can say. The teachers are funny, witty, sometimes brutal, but always honest and never cruel. They challenge you, they embarrass you, they praise you, they tear you writing apart and leave you bleeding but resolved to do even better next time. They hunt down every error and make it hurt--they train you to see your mistakes and not to make them again.
The writers, editors and agents who I've met with are gracious and excited that I've requested to see them, even if it's for the third year in a row or I forgot if they're an editor, agent or author and have to ask them what exactly they do for a living before the interview even starts so I know what I'm supposed to pitch. (true story, see XD). It's so rewarding for me to start out with a publisher skeptical of my idea at the start of the interview and shouting (yes, shouting) "SHOW ME THE UNICORN!" at the end. They let me make mistakes, honestly tell me what I do wrong, recommend other people to meet with and give me business cards and a piece of chocolate <3

The people who run the conference are true heroes. They man the cash register for hours. They put up with my stupid questions and tell me the answers again and again without even missing a beat. Without them, I'd be totally and hopelessly lost. They provide delicious meals and work for hundreds of hours on registrations and emails and making lovely informational packets for each and every conferee. I have one complaint and one alone: they always manage to spell either my first or my last name wrong. And I can understand why XD


Lastly, the material at the conference is in a class by itself. The teachers prepare it and present it; it's found in countless books in the bookshop; you talk about it, think about it, read about it and try to apply it the entire weekend. It's made very concise, not so that it's watered down, but that I can sit through a class with 30 mature adults and understand the intricacies of dialogue as well as they do. I appreciate that the teachers and authors make the material so understandable--I can use the handouts they give me all year long and come back with a better, more polished novel each year.

Guys, I'm just so blessed by this conference. It never fails. It's exhausting, it's stressful, it's confusing at times, but it's SO worth it. The only thing that could make me happier next year is if I see you there. (Except for you, Danielle. You are there every year, and it adds to the joy :3).

May we all be as happy as a Golden Retriever every day--or at least close to it.

~God Bless

Elisabeth




Tuesday, August 9, 2011

A Beautiful Background

Yes. Because I feel that this background deserves a title all its own. Although I couldn't let it have the whole post--that would be biased :] You can find the link to the site down by my Abort73 Banner at the bottom of the righthand column.

So, I'm really stressing out right now. As usual, I procrastinated terribly and am now running around like crazy trying to edit things I want to take. One encouraging thing is that I keep finding stuff that I've written months ago and am actually slightly impressed with it. I've found two short stories to take along for my magazine interview (you might get them tomorrow) and a few poems which I've always liked (they're probably in one of my pages on the side of this blog).

If you can, pray for the conference. I know I'm stressed, and I can't imagine how other people who actually have responsibility are feeling. This is gonna be big, and I'm so excited to be part of it for yet another year.

Signing out~

Elisabeth