Ever miss one? I just did. Almost. Deadlines are crucial for several reasons. For one thing, if you don’t set a time limit on your efforts, you can’t possibly succeed. But more importantly, they force you to move quickly and not think about what you’re producing, rather just concentrate on producing it. And that’s the best way to do anything creative, at least in the first draft.
I’ve had the same experience with photography. Years ago I taught photography and did black and white processing as a hobby. Some people go out and study a scent for hours, days even, before they ever click a shutter. They want everything to be perfect, and as a result, they miss a lot of damned good photographs. The perfect drives out the good, as the saying goes.
It’s the same with writing. If you try to make it all come out perfectly on your first pass, you’ll never produce anything, or if something does get past your self-censorship, it will seem contrived, cute maybe, technically correct, but not great. With a photograph you fix things in the lab, be it a digital editing suite, or for the traditional, a darkroom. (Don’t knock film — it can capture some nuance that the best digital camera will miss.) In writing you fix stuff during your revision. And your second revision, your third revision, and so on. It may never be perfect, but in the end it will be damned good, and that’s what people like to read.
So, maybe you should impose some deadlines upon yourself for production. It will help you to think less and create more, and that can’t be bad!
Yes, that technically is a vacation picture. Took it myself last August while visiting the old home town.
Over the weekend I attended a one-day session for writers that covered topics such as building your platform, self-versus-traditional publishing, queries, and other essentials for running a writing business. This was not my first conference.
In fact, in 2013, Writers of Southern Nevada, a group of which I am on the board, held a conference in Las Vegas. We had speakers from many areas of the business, craft and actual business, and we also had a group of agents and editors on hand to whom one could pitch. That’s how you do a writers’ conference, after all. Putting on the one-day conference took us a year and a half to set up, and left us feeling, well, let’s just say that we’re all still friends, but that it is highly unlikely that any of us will ever be involved in such a thing again. It’s difficult to put on a good conference, and that’s a fact.
I’ve enjoyed attending SCBWI in Los Angeles; been there three times. And the past couple of years I’ve attended RWA, first in New York, then in San Diego. If you’re anywhere near Colorado Springs, or have any desire to see that area, you should check out the Pike’s Peak Writer’s Conference, next dates of which are April 28-30, 2017. There are many others, and many writers’ groups out there. Heck there are a bunch of writers’ groups in Las Vegas, and this town isn’t noted for highbrow culture.
Whether you go to a simple one-day learning session, or a multi-day conference where you might even meet a favorite author, you have nothing to lose and a great deal to gain by exposing yourself to a hotel full of your peers. It was at SCBWI that I figured out how to show, not tell. It was at Pike’s Peak that I learned about structure and timing. And to RWA I owe what I know about characters and how to make them sweat, er, appeal to the reader. Heh Heh
So, take this as me urging you to seek out a writers’ group and/or learning session, and/or big ol’ conference that you’ll be able to attend. I’m pretty sure that you’ll be glad that you did!
(More about this and many other pictures in future posts.)
I recently took a twelve-day, eleven-night trip to Western Germany, with side trips to France, Belgium, Luxembourg, and Holland. My Internet was pretty spotty. We had it in the apartment (Wohung) which we rented for seven of the nights, but connectivity ranged from too slow to be useful to just useless. This is relevant to the title of this post because I keep my work on a drive provided by Microsoft in return for us subscribing to Office 365. It’s a good way to be sure that my work is safe, and generally accessible, unless, that is, I get stuck somewhere that has a bad Internet connection.
I did some things, mostly involving social media and email, but I didn’t want to risk damaging my manuscript, because how would the world ever survive without it, you know? So, for the time I was gone, up until, frankly, today, it was entirely Nonowrimo for me. I did open the file a couple of times this week (we got back late Sunday evening) and read some things, but I only got over my jet lag as of the morning of this writing, which is Sunday, November 6th, if you’re wondering. One week to get over jet lag? I agree, that sounds excessive. Never before has it taken more than a couple of days, and last time I flew back (from Rome) I didn’t notice a thing.
So, here’s the writing related part of this post, what I did today was start my next chapter, and plug away until it was done. That’s what I do most weekdays, but as I’d missed most of three weeks, I did that on a Sunday as well. I’m drafting, which was the most fun part when I was just starting out, but which now is the difficult part. I have to come up with a reasonable framework for a story, with a lot more detail than my initial outlines, and that takes some real mental muscle to pull off. Revisions are easier, because there really are rules to follow for such things. But for the original, unedited version of a novel, nobody knows what going to happen next, at least not in detail, and least of all the person writing the book.
There is no making up all those chapters unwritten due to vacation stuff. So I write them now, one chapter at a time. That’s how it’s done, folks, one chapter/paragraph/word/letter at a time.
Last April 11th I sent a request to the site 5 Girls Book Reviews to review my chapter book Messy Meisner. It was essentially a query. Today I got an email from them saying that they’d love to review my book. Wow! Maybe they’ll hate it, but at least somebody I don’t know has reacted to it for the first time!
Since they are doing that, I’m going to plug them a bit, in one way by presenting here a capture of the top of their front page on blogspot, as it appeared at 8:23 am PDT, October 31, 2016 (Nevada Day!) (But not celebrated today. 🙁 )
If you visit them, you will see that they have reviewed a slew, a whole slew I say, of books for children. I’m looking forward to what they have to say about mine! Click the link above to visit them.
I’m writing this two weeks and one day ago. In one week from this writing I plan to leave for Germany. Also, a bit of France, Belgium, Holland, and Luxemburg, so I probably won’t be in a good position to write up any new posts for the second half of October. But, as you are reading this, things work out, don’t they?
I have travelled quite a bit, but less than I would have liked. Way back in 1976 I got a month’s leave of absence from a factory job (yep) to travel in Europe. I saw some of England, a bit of Switzerland, the Black Forest of Germany, and mostly France. Lots of France. That trip was where I learned how important it is to be polite. I learned that when a polite French woman in a change booth told me how to do it. (Not too tough. Always say Hello, Goodbye, Please, and Thank-You. Best in the local language, but not necessary.) And there is my theme.
If you never leave home, you’ll know a whole lot less!
If you aspire to write stories, then it’s difficult to know too much, so not travelling is limiting your ability to write good stories, and making your career more difficult. Not that bad stories can’t sell, of course, but good ones sell a lot more reliably. So, what is it about travel that helps you write good stories?
It is the things you learn about other people. If you pay attention, and don’t expect everywhere else to be like home (a few people seem to expect that,) and if you are polite, you will learn about what motivates and stimulates the people of whatever foreign place you find yourself in. I’ve done that, for the most part, and have found, to repeat last week’s theme, that people want food, shelter, companionship, and a chance to make things better. If I wanted to set a story in Germany, for example, I’d have to do a lot more research. What would be my grasp of European geography, for instance? What sort of obstacles would pop up to keep me from meeting those basic wants? How do you say “I wrecked my car!” in German? (I could actually do that last one.) (Okay, Mein Auto ist kaputt!) And many other things besides. Same for any other country.
And the best thing that I have learned from travel is that, no matter where I’ve gone, people have tried to be helpful, they have been friendly, they have good food (it can be bad even in France, but good is more normal,) and they all want the same things out of life. So, the title of this post refers to gathering the information one needs to write good stories about all sorts of people. That’s reason enough to go abroad.
Besides, if I didn’t travel, I’d never have had the fish empanadas at Los De Pescado!
I was talking with my friend John Hill yesterday, complaining about how it’s tough for a guy like me to write, say, a black character’s viewpoint. John, who has actually published a lot of stuff, told me things that got me thinking that perhaps the ability to write from somebody else’s point of view, even somebody completely different from me, is a great gift. And, heck, maybe I should try writing a story with a black protagonist. What the heck, eh? So, here’s my thinking on that topic as of just now (which, for the record, is more than a week ago as of the date this posts.)
I’ve already written from the POV of a teenage latina. And it seems to work. (I love it, but then I love all of my children. Time will tell.) I imagine that if I can put myself into the mind of a 15 year-old daughter of a Mexican immigrant, I should be able to put myself into the mind of a middle-aged black man getting stopped by a traffic cop. In fact, I’m sure of it, and here’s why.
Many people, when they think of other people, emphasize the “other.” Because they are “them” they must be different. But, in fact, that is not the case. As an extreme example, consider the facts reported in the book Freakonomics. In case you’ve never read it, the author got to know a drug selling entrepreneur in Chicago, and also the people who sold his product on the street. Those street sellers were making so little money that they repeatedly asked the author if he could get them a job as a janitor at his University. They prized a chance to get a job flipping burgers at Burger King. They were not inherently different from anyone, but there was no place in their neighborhood for them to get a job, so they scraped by on roughly $3 per hour (in the 1990s.) They wanted to “take care of (their) families.”
Take care of their families! If you write, you know what people want, and it’s simple. Food, a place to sleep, companionship, and the chance to make things a bit better for yourself, and more importantly for your children. That’s what people want.
My Latina falls madly in love with an Anglo boy, which causes great complications in her life. Falling madly in love is aiming at a family, one way or another, right? It all boils down to the basics. That black man getting pulled over is maybe on his way to intervene in some earth-shattering crisis, and damnation if some cop doesn’t decide that his tail light has been flickering! In fact, I have been pulled over for such things, not all that often, but still, all it takes is a modicum of empathy and imagination to flesh out how this guy is going to react. Because, what does my middle-aged black guy want? Hmmm?
Food, a place to sleep, companionship, and the chance to make things a bit better for himself, and more importantly, for his children.
That, folks, is all anybody wants. It can get twisted and perverted, but underneath it all is that basic set of desires. And that is the beauty of writing fiction: that simple set of wants is all it takes to create whole worlds!
When I wrote last Wednesday’s post about literary fiction, I had no idea that I would be hearing that one of my very favorite poets, Bob Dylan, has won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Because this fits that theme so well!
I know that there are literary purists out there seething because the top prize in literature (The top prize, folks!) went to a lousy folksinger who is a damned musician, and not a writer at all. Sheesh! Get a grip, folks!
A few years ago the Writer’s Guild had a campaign pointing out that everything you read was, in fact written. You think Shakespeare’s stuff just magically appeared on the page, like maybe Oberon took pity or something? Do you think that those ads for toilet paper write themselves? Have you ever read a Dylan lyric?
Here’s one for you, the last verse of Mr. Tambourine Man:
Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, Out past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, Circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Yes, that song was recorded by a rock band (The Byrds) and it made a lot of money, but dammit, that is some fine imagery. As good as any I’ve ever read, in fact.
Which takes me back to my days in college, when I knew a lot of poets. I never got what they were saying with their poetry. I came to believe that I didn’t understand poetry, in fact. Years later, it occurred to me that, really, I knew good poetry very well indeed. Because, at that same time, I was both listening to and performing Bob Dylan songs. And today, of course, there are entire college courses devoted to his work.
Can’t remember a single name of those literary poets back in college.
It’s been a long time since I mentioned why I’m not writing literary fiction. If you dig back through this blog, and my earlier stuff as well, I’m sure you can find more or less what I’m about to write from some years back. Not a flip-flopper, I, at least not on this point, at least not yet. <grin>
Writing is a lot of work. There are a lot of damn rules to the craft (like any craft, I imagine) and it isn’t easy to learn them all. Especially the final rule, which is that there are no rules, except . . . So, while some people write to find enlightenment, or to enlighten the world, or to plumb the depths of the human soul, I write because I hope to sell the stories at a profit. It’s as simple as that. And, yes, that does sound commercial and crass, because it is. But you know what? I am not alone.
Will Shakespeare was not trying to write great literature. He was trying to fill the Globe Theatre while providing juicy parts for himself and his friends to play. And, of course, it worked. And, co-incidentally, he wrote some great literature. Like, and I dare say it because I’m not an actor, Macbeth. (I wonder if that damned dog ever left Lady Macbeth?)
And Mark Twain, my favorite American author, was trying to tell a story of basic humanity and friendship. He hoped to change some minds about former black slaves, true. But mostly he needed money, so he worked his fingers down to their inky bones to finish Huckleberry Finn, which, lucky for him, remains a hit today. Twain did include some definite POV in that story, which is, for the record, about the most anti-racist novel I’ve ever read, but mostly he included all of the structure that is so necessary for a story to sell well.
And I could go on more or less forever. There may be some “great” books out there which appeal to “literary” tastes, but they don’t sell unless they also follow the rules of a good story, which I urge you to learn should you wish to write your own stories. Even Homer, gods love him, wrote, first and foremost, a truly great set of stories. If you’ve never read The Odyssey, in particular, you should. It has everything a great story needs! And, it is held up by “literary” types as one of the greatest books of all time. Why, yes, yes it is, because Homer Knew the Rules for Good Storytelling!
So, that’s why I write “escape” fiction. Sure, whatever I am, whatever I believe, will find its way into my stories. How could it not? But, first and foremost, I try to write good stories. Feel free to buy one at any time! 🙂
So, I write lies to sell, which makes me like a lot of people. Of course, my wife has a real job, where she writes more stuff than I do. The difference is that she gets paid a lot of money to write what she writes (legal things for court — you’d be bored.) So I was able to stop not making any money in real estate and start to, so far, not make any money in authorship.
So I do things like put a door in the wall under the stairs so that we have some storage space for some of our Christmas decorations. (It’s all Christmas; we may not be Christians, but we come from that tradition.) For the record we have three trees (one aluminum) about a mile of lights, oodles of decorations, well, we needed that closet. I’m about to paint the trim on that door.
I also cook quite a bit. I make a mean Crawfish Etouffé,mon ami, amongst other things. And I clean the place a bit each day. It needs it, because we have a menagerie tracking dirt and dropping fur at an alarming rate.
And I have discovered that I can write whenever I have the time. I thought I was one of those people who needed a special routine to crank out a manuscript, but I was wrong. I do a chapter per weekday, maybe one on Saturday or Sunday if there’s nothing else going on, but usually only weekdays. I just sit down at my desk, in what I now call my studio (used to be a home office — the difference is, uh, slight) and key in a new chapter. Or, if it’s revision time, edit for an hour at least, then until I can’t stand it any more that day. For me it works.
Which brings up The Rules. Which points out that there, really, aren’t any. I hope my stories are good. I’m entering a contest for RWA members with a YA novel. If it wins, then I’ll bet it will sell. If it sells, I’ll be rich! No, comfortably well off! No, but I’ll make a few bucks.
And stuff. The stuff is what I’m writing about. You want the politics, turn on your, well, almost any device that receives information. You got it. But stuff? Well . . .
I have started using Twitter as my primary social media account. (Go on, read the advice for writers on using social media. You need a primary one, and one or more supporting ones.) I’ve been using Facebook for years, starting when I was a Realtor ™. (I’m not any more but I’m still using that ™. You’re welcome, NAR.) It works pretty well, but it got so I couldn’t log onto Facebook without seeing something upsetting. And I don’t mean just political positions that I disagree with, ’cause, Hell’s Bells, I tend to disagree with most everyone. But I mean dirty, personal, trolling in advance, obviously untrue, horrible things said about candidates. I don’t like Trump, okay? But I don’t badmouth the man. I just say flatly that most of what he says is made up, so I’m voting for Hilary, ’cause she only massages the truth like a politician tends to do. I don’t call him evil, I don’t talk about his, um, equipment, and I don’t think that those naked effigies are all that funny. Gadzooks, there’s enough ugly in the world, isn’t there?
So I moved over to Twitter. Of course, my Facebook account automatically tweets for me, and my Twitter account automatically posts to Facebook for me, so the net amount of stuff I’m putting up stays about the same. And, outside of the usual incredibly awful ads about every candidate, I don’t see a lot of politics beyond a couple of commentators whom I follow. It’s much easier.
I did try adjusting Facebook. It seems that it is possible, most of the time, to click on the little caret in the upper right-hand corner of a post and choose to block the original poster but not your friend. Not that I think much of my friends for posting shit, but they are my friends, and people are more important than politics, even dumb politics. But, alas, that doesn’t always work, and sludge keeps getting through anyway. On Twitter, though, not so much. I dunno, maybe I’ll get trolled once the assholes figure out that I’m there, but I don’t think so. Most of the trollery I see on Facebook is of the first-strike variety, which is pretty execrable in its own right, innit?
So, if you use social media to promote your writing, maybe you can try a trick like this to make your day less stressful. I know who I’m voting for, I try methods that have a chance to work to tell others why, and I don’t give a rats ass what anyone’s grandma thinks about Hilary or Donald.
I do, however, still like kittens. Gotta love them kittens . . .