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10 November 2009 @ 11:13 am
Word count: 2188 | Since last entry: 2188

After far too many weeks of research, noodling, and outlining, none of which seemed to be going anywhere, I decided to adopt a new strategy: just start writing. I'm driving cross-country in the dark with no map, no destination, and no visibility beyond the reach of my headlights. It feels weird and I can see plenty of problems in what I've written so far, which I know will have to be heavily edited when I'm done, but at least I'm putting down words and it feels good.

This is an unusual writing strategy for me, but for the moment it seems to be working. This book is not like anything else I've written because I'm already familiar with (a version of) the characters and setting and because it's structured as a collection of related short stories. I was beating myself up about the linking überplot and character arc that ties them all together, but I've given up on that for now. I'm just writing one story about these characters (not even necessarily the first story in the book), and when I'm done with that one I'll write another, and after I've written a few I bet I'll understand what bigger things are happening and I'll be able to put the stories I have into the correct order and insert the necessary bits to expose to the reader the überplot that, in some subconscious way, was there all along.

I'm putting a lot of trust in my subconscious here. This is kind of the opposite progression from what [info]jaylake did with his New Model Process a year or two ago, but then his process and mine started off very different and I'm sure we have different lessons to learn.

Alas, the writing isn't going any faster this way -- still about 500 words a day -- but at least I'm moving.

 
 
10 November 2009 @ 01:58 pm
Something's happened in the last 12 hours that has erased anything resembling the depression and malaise I've been in...but I can't talk about it yet! Let's just say it's made of awesome!
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 12:26 pm
Inspired by a story told to me at lunch by my waitress, Anna:

when life's a downer,
and fate thumbs its nose at you,
just think of bunnies

Words to live by.
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10 November 2009 @ 10:20 am

I have the best boss in the world...

Quite apart from him being a great person to work for, and a boss who actually cares for wellbeing of those who work for him,

Five us us (including him) went out for dumplings a couple of weeks ago and one thing I made sure to order was green onion pancakes -- I truly love them and most chinese places don't seem to make them.

Well, he made some for dinner last night and brought in some left-overs for his breakfast this morning.  However, he made sure that I got a piece as well, since he knows I love them.

Very good.  (and far better than the durian that was brought in a few months ago).
 

 
 
Current Location: at the day job
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 09:53 am
I wanted to point people at BOOKLIFE: STRATEGIES AND SURVIVAL TIPS FOR THE 21ST-CENTURY WRITER. We just hosted Jeff VanderMeer while he passed through on the Finch & Booklife tour, and it's been busy enough that I haven't sat down and gone cover to cover with it yet. I have used part of it in a class already, skimmed through it, and attended one workshop and one lecture on it, though, so I feel comfortable recommending it. ;)

It's addressed not just to writers but to people with creative projects of all types. Jeff uses the term "Booklife" to describe one's existence and career path as an artist and sections include: Building Your Booklife (mapping your future, choosing platforms, managing involvement, etc); Communicating Your Booklife (networking, PR, leveraging opportunities); Balancing Things, figuring out your writing process, and appendices by a number of people on things like podcasts, press releases, book reviews, and reputation management.

There's
an accompanying website for Booklife that is well worth checking out. Jeff is thorough, lucid, and has a healthy sense of humor about the absurdities of the field, so it's an entertaining as well as informative read.

In the interest of full disclosure, this was written by a friend and I even contributed the part on writing workshops. Still worth picking up!
 
 
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Nanci Griffith - Rubi's Arms
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 09:14 am
The always thoughtful [info]lmarley is teaching a writing workshops for teens next week, and she posted her thoughts about National Novel Writing Month.  She asked, "How does this exercise teach you how to 'learn and master' style and craft and pacing? If you don't revise, rewrite, edit, and examine, what improves?" 

Her questions got me thinking about the value of sprinting through a 50,000 word month:

I don't think the NaNoWriMo helps much at all with craft and pacing, but I do think there is some value in discovering voice. One of the big problems I see with wannabe writers is that they just haven't produced much, and what they do produce is overthought. Where I see this most clearly is in my creative writing classes where I have them keep 1,000-word-a-week journals. The stories they turn in can be tortured, stilted and mechanical, but their journals often have passages (sometimes very long passages) of smooth, readable, interesting and even compelling language.

I think the difference comes from their mindset and the process. When they are writing for me, they are thinking about all they know about writing and about me as a critical reader. They seize up, write slowly, and kill their voice. But when they write in their journals (especially after we've been doing them for a couple of weeks), they are writing quickly and for themselves.

NaNoWriMo puts writers more into that journal writing mindset. It's okay if it's bad. It just has to be done, and in the midst of trying to get it done, passages with real voice emerge. What they learn from the process is not only to get words on the page, but also to write from a more direct place in themselves--not the heavily filtered place where they normally wring their sentences.

The editing that comes later will be about picking out the good, adjusting the not so good, and tossing away the bad, but they can't do the editing if they don't produce something to edit first.

The cartoon is from the very funny writer and artist, Debbie Ridpath Ohi.  She has lots of other insightful writing illustrations at her site.
 
 
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: "Like a Hurricane," Neil Young
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 08:00 am
I hope my specific examples below don't come off as picking on people. (No really! Really!!)


The question in the subject header came up twice yesterday about different stories ("Guts" and "A&P") and also came up last week. I described the events of Stephen King's New Yorker story Premium Harmony to [info]la_nausicaa and she asked what the point of that story could actually be. (That said, she liked "Guts", but then she read that one and only heard about "Premium Harmony.") She's also a school psychologist in training and said to me over email, "but it is interesting. do you have any idea how ashamed most kids are about masturbating. this totally normalizes that. it is like a public health advertisement: masturbating is normal and ok. just be careful, li'l dude," when I wondered if assigning "Guts" would just accelerate the usual gossip and rumors about a teacher's personal life that is such valuable currency to students.

And then there was the Escape Pod podcast of my novelette The Uncanny Valley and the now-traditional searching for and failing to find the point common to the listener forums for that site, and when a friend proofread my story forthcoming in Phantom (yeah yeah, it's been forthcoming for a while but this time it really really is coming out next week, so I'm told) she concluded her queries and requests for changes with, "Well, that was utterly pointless."

So, you know, I'm curious about this idea of what the point of stories should be. At first I was wondering if "What's the point of that story?" is just another way of saying, "I was grossed out!" but as we've seen stories like "A&P" are called pointless, and some people who ask after the point of Gross Story #1 like Gross Story #2 just fine. I wondered if confusion was also an issue—someone who finds a story confusing may suspect that there is a point that they just happened to miss (and that it's the story's fault). But then again "A&P" isn't confusing. It isn't even all that boring. I kinda liked it when I was first assigned it, though any drama it had has long since been sucked out of me by repeated assignments.

(Aside, I was thanked last weekend at WFC for "That of Which We Speak When We Speak of the Unspeakable" because at least one person interpreted the story as the first new thing to be said about "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" in a loooong time.)

Of course, plenty of people find "A&P" boring and feel it is plotless, which also ties into the idea of confusing stories (whose plots cannot be followed) being pointless.

So sometimes a pointless story is a story that grosses out the reader, confuses the reader, or bores the reader. Each seems to be a burden. There's an expectation of enjoyment (and I presume enlightenment given the search for a "point") that is crushed somehow.

So what kind of points do stories with points have? Do people pick up a magazine or a collection and think to themselves, "Oh boy, am I gonna get a brain full of points tonight, baby!" Is a point something even sought after or only missed when it appears to be gone? Do writers sit down with a point to prove when they write a story...and don't many people object to being "preached" to? Of course, in that last case people often don't feel preached to if they already agree with the writer's point, but even that isn't universal. A libertarian acquaintance of mine told me that he can't read L. Niel Smith at all these days because the deck is so obviously stacked in favor of libertarianism that the political explorations aren't sophisticated enough for him. "I find myself arguing against my own politics!" he said, and then he described throwing a book across the room.

(That's another thing I still wonder about. I can't be bothered to dig up the link, but I did ask a few years ago if people really do that and as it turns out, people do! One day I'm going to start doing that with pizza slices I don't like. California will never be the same!)

So what do you all think? What's the point of stories? Can you think of some stories that have made good points, or that are good and pointless? Let the world know!
 
 
10 November 2009 @ 05:49 am
As I know from experience, my focus tends to narrow when I close in on a major milestone in my cancer journey. This illness induces all sorts of pathologies in me which I never enjoy in the course of my normal life — anxiety, panic attacks, crying, etc. It also invokes an old, old specter of depression, which I struggled with to severe clinical extremes in my teen years and young adulthood.

Walking this morning, I found myself turning over my surgery fears. I don't actually have much of a negative reaction to the idea of the surgical procedures. In fact, they tend to fascinate me. But anesthesia... I have both a reasonable and an unreasoning fear of anesthesia. My true terror in surgery is that I simply will never wake up.

And boy did that terror dog me this morning.

Yesterday was a perfectly fine day. Day Jobbery, lunch with [info]kenscholes, got my hair done in the afternoon while Mark Ferrari kibitzed, then dinner with Mark, then a quiet evening at home. But the whole day I was very bundled up, like Randy in A Christmas Story. I cannot afford to come down with a respiratory infection in the next week or two, not going into lung surgery, so keeping my core temperature high has become a significant priority.

And that depressed me, for reasons it took me a while to unravel. What I finally realized was that exaggerated protection from being chilled is also part of the chemo experience, at least for the chemo I'm most likely to be on. Being ridiculously bundled up was like a pre-echo of that extended state of medical fragility into which I will be entering all too soon.

The petulant part of me keeps crying that I don't want to do this, again, or ever. The stubborn part of me says fuck cancer, we will survive.

Still, the focus narrows.
 
 
As previously noted, I am flying to Philadelphia on Wednesday, 11/11. I will be hosting an open dinner at the Philadelphia Airport Marriott at 7 pm that evening.

If my plane is delayed, I will do my best to update here, but I will also notify [info]klingonguy, so double check his blog before setting out. RSVPs appreciated but not required.
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10 November 2009 @ 05:42 am
Your Tuesday moment of zen.

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The Dragon Page reviews Green Powell's | Amazon | Kindle | Barnes & Noble | Borders ] — (Thanks to [info]brent_kellmer.)

A reader reacts to Madness of Flowers Powell's | Amazon ]

Jay Lake, Religion and a Benediction — Shlomi, on my cancer.

TWA Mechanics from Outer Space — Hilarious photo, ca. 1941.

Saturn After the Equinox — Another APOD image that will take your breath away.

1962 textbook, When You Marry — Check out the excerpted material on class differences in child rearing and sex. It's creepy.

SMBC on the perils of evolutionists — Heh.

Antihealthcare Reform Idiocy — Oh, wow. Money shot: "When I need health care, I pay for it out of pocket," he said, adding that he did not fear the possibility that an accident or illness would leave him with unaffordable bills. "I'm a Christian, so I'm not afraid of death," he said. Good luck with that.

?otD: How thick are you?



11/10/2009
Body movement: 90 minute suburban walk
Hours slept: 6.0
This morning's weigh-in: 234.0
Currently reading: The Jade Man's Skin by Daniel Fox

 
 
10 November 2009 @ 05:15 am

Really? Three and a half hours?

Finished watching nighttime dramas (from now on to be referred to as “my programs” around 11:30, but was not able to pull the trigger on sleep until it was officially Tuesday.

And by sleep, I mean the lying still, slowing breathing and heartbeat while trying not to scream or twitch re: knees and pain portion of my day.

And now it’s just after 5. Too early to feed the hunger that was building after midnight, too far into today to get back into dreamland.

On the bright side, I now know how to deal with yesterday’s plot twists. I should be able to press through and into 40K words before breaking for today. Haven’t had a creative burst like this ( that was not work-for-hire) since last July.

2008, that is.

I hope these words are as good. Might even post an excerpt today, something I am normally loathe to do. Check this space for details.

Originally published at Bhagwan @ Large. You can comment here or there.

 
 
10 November 2009 @ 02:01 am
  • 02:11 OK, soft launch is a go. Start reading Daron's Guitar Chronicles, my 1980s rock and roll coming of age novel daron.ceciliatan.com/ #
  • 02:12 New posts to Daron's Guitar Chronicles will be 3x/week starting 11/16. Follow @daron_moondog on Twitter to get auto-reminds each time. #
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09 November 2009 @ 10:37 pm
Here's a little rleminder about the reading/signing at the University Bookstore in Seattle on November 13, 7 pm. It includes two Fairwood authors, Louise Marley (The Singers of Nevya) and Jack Skillingstead (Harbinger). as well as Brenda Cooper (Wings of Creation). Comeon by and support 3 great writers! 
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 09:50 pm
Did pretty well on the wordcount front tonight, although I really think that the last couple of paragraphs are real crap. But they're down, and I can always rewrite them later. Wrote upstairs tonight, with T and Secundus playing WoW right there, and Primus in his room a few feet away working on a report about Theseus and the Minotaur. A little warm, mostly because the dog decided the best possible place was to be next to me wedged in the comfy chair between me and one side. Since he's a net heat-exporter, that gets a bit toasty after awhile. Anyway, 2049 words tonight.

NaNo:

15572 / 50000 words. 31% done!

Mr. Buckner's War:

35010 / 120000 words. 29% done!
 
 
Current Location: Casa Zoologica
Current Music: the Buffy-esque music coming from T's playing Wow a few feet away.
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 09:42 pm

Another 3500 words today, total for November now at 33101. Today also included a surprising 600 words of necessary padding for days 7 and 8, as well as a new chapter originally intended to be 6 paragraphs long, which instead became a very interesting plot point I’m not sure how to deal with.

In fact, I think today may well contribute mightily to the deaths of three people, only one of whom really deserves it.

I’m reminded of a brilliantly delivered line from The Mummy (Somers version) which goes something like this:

“I believe that nasty little gits like you always get their comeuppance.”

Sure hope everyone’s favorite action hero librarian gets her wish.

Originally published at Bhagwan @ Large. You can comment here or there.

 
 
09 November 2009 @ 11:53 pm
Despite my best efforts and a solemn vow to let it lie for a little while, I cannot avoid the siren's call of Winter's Discord. I really wanted to shelf it for a while and work on Sisters of Khoda, but I can't find my footing on Khoda and find my mind wandering to Winter. Could be the weather (even though much of the story takes place in a warm climate)...maybe it's the idea that the marking period is over and multiple vacations loom, so I might have some writing time....maybe I keep feeling like I'm close on the story....I don't know. But she's calling for me, begging me to work on her again. I'll have it worked out in another day or so what my next course of action is. First I HAVE to get caught up on grading for the MP, then I'll make my decision.

A slight conundrum has presented itself. The story takes place on a southern continent....and they celebrate Yule at the start of Winter...that doesn't work. My only thought is a simple explanation that it's just reverse of our world. Plausible? It's such a weird thing to get hung up on!

 
 
Current Mood: discontent
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 11:30 pm
Team Totally Tits was rocking tonight. We were in second place for most of the night. The final audio round was Show Tunes, and I've never been so happy before to have memorized the soundtracks to Hair and Little Shop of Horrors! Unfortunately, the audio round is the great equalizer, with some 60 points at stake, so in the end there were three teams tied for the top.

Which meant it was time for the tie-breaking PBR chug-off. And of course, my team sent me to do it. I was up against two other guys, representatives from their own teams who looked like they were used to chugging cheap hipster beer. Anyway, let's just say that as the foul PBR flowed out of its can and only half into my mouth, washing over my face and down my shirt, I realized quickly that we weren't going to win. I finished chugging last out of the three of us, and so Team Totally Tits walked away with third place.

PBR is disgusting, but I did my best and took one for the team. I can already feel the hangover coming on. And I can't stop burping.

We return on Monday, December 14 to try to reclaim the trophy. Hopefully next time there won't be a chug-off--or if there is, it'll be of, like, chocolate milk.
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09 November 2009 @ 10:31 pm
This delicious piece of metamedia should inspire us all to make sure we stay awake and sober on the job.

It also reminds me of the last item in this older piece from The Weekly Dig's always-excellent Media Farm.
 
 
09 November 2009 @ 06:55 pm
I'd been thinking about having some of my friends attending OryCon visit me in the hospital, but I'm told they're being extremely vigilant about visitation due to risks from H1N1 and seasonal flu. I may have trouble even getting my immediate circle of family and friends in.

So the fallback plan is to have interested folks visit Nuevo Rancho Lake on Sunday. I should be discharged from the hospital on Saturday to continue post-op recovery at home.

However, that presents several potential issues. First, we have no idea what state of mind or body I'll be in. Visitors may be impractical unless it's a tour of Jay snoring in an opiate-induced haze, for example. Second, because this is lung surgery, I'll be incredibly vulnerable to respiratory infections, including common colds, flu and pneumonia. And if someone brings me Con Crud, that would be a wretched gift indeed.

Yet at the same time, I know me. If I'm not toxically wretched, visits from my people are immensely uplifting for me.

So we're talking about face masks and contingency plans and whatnot. At the moment, it's utterly unclear. Watch this space, and the blog of [info]calendula_witch for details as they emerge.

However, if you are interested in seeing me that OryCon Sunday, please let me know in comments here, or by email. That might help in planning.
 
 
 
 

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