Back to blogging… maybe ;-)
Reading about The Dan Plan has made me think about my own plan for this year, and how this blog might fit into it.
As I mentioned before, I’m trying to get a better grasp of longer forms of fiction than my usual 2000-5000 word short stories, and my chosen method is focused practice. I’m writing a long story each month, and trying to be aware of what I’m learning and where my challenges are as I go. It might be that blogging about that process would be interesting reading, or at least interesting writing.
So I’m going to try to be more consistent about posting – not snippets so much as progress reports, and thoughts on writing as I learn more and play with different ideas and approaches.
For today, for instance, I can talk about some thoughts I’ve been having this week: Continue reading
2012 Plans
There’s an old story, I can’t remember where I read it the first time or what the original source material is, but it goes kind of like this:
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A long time ago, an Emperor decided that he wanted the best painting of a rooster ever. He called the most renowned artist in the Empire, and offered him this commission, promising great gifts if he succeeded.
The artist was pleased to serve his Emperor, and accepted the commission, telling him that he would contact him when the painting was completed.
A month went by, and the Emperor sent servants to check on the progress of the painting, but they returned with no news. After six months, he sent a general, but he too returned with no news.
After a year had passed, he went to visit the artist himself, and demanded that he produce the painting, or face death for failing in his commission.
The artist brought out paper, a brush, and ink. In a few deft strokes, he drew the most lifelike picture of a rooster that the Emperor had ever seen, and presented it to him before the paint was even dry.
The Emperor was impressed by the beauty of the painting, but incensed by the fact that the artist had made him wait a whole year, just to create the promised painting in less than a minute. He called upon his guards to execute the artist on the spot.
Before they could strike, however, the artist begged the Emperor to allow him to show him something. He led him to his house, and opened up the door, and within, filling every shelf and table and piled up in drifts were paintings of roosters, none so masterful as the one he had just completed.
“My Emperor,” he said, “I have not made you wait on a whim. I needed the year past in order to learn how to paint a rooster that would be worthy of you.”
***
I want to be a novelist, and the way to get better at writing is to write novels. Of course, I’m also impatient. I want to be a good novelist now, and if not now then as soon as possible. The only way to get there, though, is practice. Lots of practice. Intensive practice.
So currently, my plan is to spend two hours a day writing new words, not revising or editing.
I’m also planning to write a novel (or novella) a month over the course of the year. By the time I’ve written twelve month-long stories from start to finish, I think I should be starting to get the hang of it!
The primary goal here is practice, so to make it easier to shut off my internal editor I’m not going to be posting or emailing the finished first drafts – knowing that no one else will ever see them unless I’m happy with the result will help me to relax and just write, and see what happens. I might post excerpts as scintillas, though.
To keep me honest, I’ll be posting a scorecard at the end of each month, reporting on how long the story is, a one-sentence summary of the story, my thoughts about the story upon finishing it, and what aspect(s) of writing I think I need to focus on with the next one.
I’ll also be making frequent random posts with interesting links and personal updates.
So far, I’ve done two days of writing on the first novel, close to three hours yesterday and not quite two hours today. It’s based on a dream that seemed to be inspired by The Hunger Games, so who knows if it’ll be worthwhile or utter drek, but either way it should be fun, and educational.
What are your plans for the year to come?
An object lesson in point of view:
***First Try***
“Look, Voan! It’s a gap! I wonder where it goes.”
Iffith peered intently at a patch of air, but it looked just like any other to Voan.
“It’s not the season for gaps,” he said. “You’re imagining things.”
Iffith shot him a disbelieving glance before looking back at the same spot. “You can’t see this?” he asked.
Voan rolled his eyes. “No, and neither can you. Now come on, or we’ll be late for Ferr Nolan’s lesson.”
“Grandfather did say that some people couldn’t see them.” Iffith smirked. “Force-blind.”
Voan bristled at the insult, especially since Ferr Nolan had just confirmed the diagnosis two nights ago. Not that Iffith should know about that. “Fine,” he snapped. “If you’re so talented, then show me it’s there. Stick your hand through. Maybe something will do me a favor and bite it off.”
Iffith grinned. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll stick all of me through!” He reached out a hand and slid it down through the air as if parting a curtain. Then, eyes locked on Voan’s, he took a step and disappeared.
“Dung…” Voan winced at the thought of how insufferable Iffith was going to be from now on. He put on a bored look, so that Iffith at least wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing him surprised or impressed once he came back.
A minute passed, and then another, and the careful look of boredom shifted into a more honest expression of annoyance.
“Hurry it up, Iffith!” He had no idea if one could hear voices across a gap, but they really were going to be late if he didn’t come back soon. “Iffith!”
He gulped, and took a few steps until he stood in the scuffmarks left by Iffith’s feet. Then he felt around in the air, trying to feel the edge of the gap, even if he couldn’t see it.
It was no use though. The gap, and Iffith, were gone.
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***Alternate POV***
“Look, Voan! It’s a gap! I wonder where it goes.” Iffith peered intently at the strange twist of energy hanging in the air just off the path.
“It’s not the season for gaps,” Voan said, walking past. “You’re imagining things.”
Iffith shot him a disbelieving glance before looking back at the same spot. “You can’t see this?” he asked.
Voan stopped and rolled his eyes in that superior way Iffith hated. “No, and neither can you. Now come on, or we’ll be late for Ferr Nolan’s lesson.”
Iffith stared at him a moment, then realized what that had to mean. No more superior attitude for Voan. “Grandfather did say that some people couldn’t see them,” he said, smirking. “Force-blind.”
The other youngling bristled at the insult, and Iffith knew he had struck a nerve. “Fine,” Voan snapped. “If you’re so talented, then show me it’s there. Stick your hand through. Maybe something will do me a favor and bite it off.”
Iffith grinned. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll stick all of me through!” He reached out a hand and slid it down through the air as if parting a curtain. Then, eyes locked on Voan’s, he stepped sideways into another world.
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Thoughts…
Depending on whose point of view I choose, and whose part of the story I follow, I can wind up with two very different stories!
Decisions, decisions.
Hope… Warning… it’s all the same
So, I’ve now read four of Connie Suttle’s urban fantasy novels, the first of which I talked about a few days ago.
There are two more out, but I think I’m done for now. Unfortunately, the quality of the writing didn’t get any better, and the story lost a lot of its appeal when I realized that all of the male characters had started to seem exactly the same, and entirely loathsome.
(Especially every single one of the love interests. I’d be more than happy to see every single one of them die horribly.)
Partly, though, I hit my flying snowman moment, that one extra detail that shatters your suspension of disbelief like a plate falling off the George Foreman grill onto the kitchen floor. (That was a couple of days ago too.)
I don’t know if the same detail would have hit someone else the same way, but there were a bunch of other details that had already nudged my suspension of disbelief off balance, so I think it was inevitable that something would.
In any case, if reading the first of her books reassured me that a good story can shine through even if your writing isn’t ZOMG AWESOME! yet, then reading the next three reminded me how important it is to keep getting better!
Better at writing, better at plotting, better at making the characters believable individuals, better at anything you can recognize as a weak point.
I’m not saying this as a criticism for her so much as a goad for myself. I don’t know what her goals are, or what she’s doing to work towards them.
For me, though, while my enjoyment of her first book in spite of its flaws reassures me that people might actually enjoy my writing, I want to make sure I remember that what I’m shooting for is the kind of enthralling, well-written, elegantly plotted stories that my favorite authors deliver.
It may take a long time for me to get there, and I doubt I’ll wait til then before publishing novels, but I want to make sure that I’m always working towards that goal, and never coasting along on “good enough.”
Hope… and inspiration :)
One of my favorite urban fantasy authors is (the husband and wife team writing as) Ilona Andrews, as anyone who reads this blog regularly already knows.
So, today I was reading the blog post linked above, where she mentions a $0.99 e-book called Blood Wager. Her comment was that it’s not necessarily as polished as a traditionally published book might need to be, but that the story and voice pulled her in such that she stayed up til 2 in the morning finishing it.
I figured “hey, why not?” and downloaded a free sample… and then bought the e-book, noting as I did so that there were another four (!) books in the series out – which I will most likely be buying as I read through.
The writing really is less polished than I am used to in the trad-published books that are most of what I read, but not so much that it’s getting in the way of me enjoying the story, and I really am enjoying the story! Actually, I think she could easily have split this first novel into two, but I’m not going to complain about getting more bang for my buck!
It also makes me feel better about my ambition to write fiction for a living – I *can* write this well, I think. And I’ll keep getting better, as I’m sure she has over the course of these five novels. I’m also pondering the idea of series again… and I was already thinking about my Ilsa stories, partly because I know they’re some of Brian’s favorites, and partly because my friend Gosia was mentioning them this weekend. And partly because I’ve always wanted to do more with that world, and those characters…
I think Ilsa and Vekev could sustain a pretty lively series, as they travel, discover, and face new challenges. I think I could enjoy writing with them for a long time too.
I have a new novel idea, which I really really liked and started planning… and then started not wanting to write yet, possibly because I’ve planned it too much. So I think I’m going to try something new – having two active projects at once, and just working on whichever catches my fancy the most when it’s time to sit down and write.
Hopefully it’ll still be a fun ride.
New challenge
I’m not sure yet whether a novel-a-month challenge is a good idea or not…
I suppose I think it’s a good plan as long as it’s not getting in the way of a better plan – a good recalibration if I get stalled out or off track. I was going to start writing a new one today.
except…
I have a new story. I can feel it forming in the underbelly of my mind, pieces falling together into interesting but fragile new configurations.
Every few hours or so – sometimes every few minutes! – it spits up a few morsels for my conscious mind to chew on and return, like a cow chewing its cud.
I like the bits and pieces that I’m seeing, but it’s not ready for me to start writing yet.
It’s too fragile, too many segments are still only connected by the vaguest of inclinations. If I start writing now, the whole thing might liquesce and disappear like the barest recollection of having been dreaming.
So I’ll wait, for a little bit, and jot down the tidbits as they come to me, and ask the questions that prod the pieces together and fish up new bits with which to connect them.
If it’s not ready by Christmas, though, I’m starting without it!
Failure can lead to success…
If you just keep trying, and also keep inquiring into why you failed and how you can do better at achieving your goals.
I think I’m giving up on my NaNoWriMo attempt. The story hasn’t gone anywhere I meant for it to, my characters are experts at magically defusing conflict as soon as I introduce it, and they’ve been persistently unwilling to play around in the Mistlands and discover any of its secrets.
I hate them and I want them all to die… Which could probably provide a final burst of 12,000 words by the end of the month, if 50,000 words was my real goal.
My real goal, though, is to get better as a writer, and to learn to write longer, more involved and interesting stories. Sending this one out in a blaze of unreadable glory wouldn’t serve that goal, I don’t think.
Instead, I will consign them to the lonely oblivion of the hard drive, and ponder what I did wrong before I start up another one.
I’m also going to allow myself to read a couple of novels, which I’ve been growing cranky about not reading in the past few days while I’ve been falling out of love with my story.
And I guess that’s the big problem. There’s nothing I love about this story.
I was reading another author’s post about writing 10,000 words per day, and she was saying that one of the keys was feeling enthusiastic about what she was going to write, that another was to know what she wanted to write that day, and that the third was choosing the right times to write.
I kind of wasn’t doing any of those this month. :-p
Ah well. There are definitely lessons to ponder here, and in the meantime, other people’s books to read!
Identity…
My main NaNoWriMo character, who was made using a technique that copies a person’s memories as well as their genetics, has finally met another instance of herself, one who thinks that all the recordings another copy could have been made from were destroyed.
She’s having a hard time convincing herself that she’s not just a well-coached clone, sent to spy for the company she’s on the run from.
I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to come up with the sort of inconsequential memory that she never would have mentioned to a coworker or a therapist, but that’s distinctive enough that she would A: remember it, and B: not be able to make it up if she didn’t really have those memories.
It’s an interesting process, especially since my own memories of inconsequential things are generally pretty fuzzy.
Any suggestions?
Guilt…
The cat was staring reproachfully at me a minute ago. Now, she’s sitting with her back to me.
Every time I get up, she moves with me and stares hopefully, and pointedly, at her food bowl.
But if I feed her at 5am, or 6am, then she’ll get used to being fed then, and think nothing of trying to wake me up to feed her at 4am, or 3am. I know, she’s done it before, which is *why* I don’t feed her until 7 at the earliest, no matter how much earlier than that I get up.
She uses these silent methods because she knows I know what she’s saying, and she also knows that I don’t like her yelling at me – because that’s when I pick her up and rub water into the fur on her head.
As effective as our communication is, though, it doesn’t stretch to saying “I’ll feed you in an hour, so chill out.”
Not necessarily because she has no concept of time, but because our ways of dealing with time are so different that we haven’t found a way to bridge that conceptual gap yet.
How much more difficult would it be to learn to communicate with an entirely alien intelligence, one from a different evolutionary lineage, a different environment, maybe made up of different chemicals, with different basic needs and urges…
The idea of a universal translator in science fiction is a nice narrative shortcut, but I think part of why it exists is that the stories are communicated in words, and so very, very little of communication between species is verbal, let alone word-based.
I think if we really did encounter a non-terrestrial intelligence, it would take a long time to even recognize it, let alone communicate with it. And, like with the cat I’ve spent fifteen years learning to communicate this much with, I think it would take an immersive level of exposure to them in order to learn to talk. Living with them, every day, for years, or maybe even generations.
Hmm…
Fitting in the writing
…doesn’t always happen. I definitely want to work on that.
Yesterday, I didn’t write at all, except for two lines of notes scrawled in my journal before bed. The morning was taken up by worrying about doctor’s appointments – everything’s fine, but I needed the appointments to be sure of that, and since the first one was at 7am, it disrupted my routine anyway.
Brian and I did make it to yoga last night, which I am very pleased by – I’ve definitely come to the conclusion that I write better when I’m healthier and that the best way to encourage good health is to be fit. Neither of us is there yet, but we’re working on it!
Fortunately, our 90-minute hot yoga class fits right in to the P90X program, since they have a 90-minute yoga video. If it’s harder than the class we take normally, I’d be surprised, and wouldn’t be able to do it all anyway.
So far, we’ve done 4 days of P90X – our official start date was Saturday, November 12 (because that way our Tuesday yoga class falls on the right day), and we did a sort of soft start last week to start getting used to the food plan and tried out essentially every other day of the workout. Hopefully, we’ll stick to it, and see some definite improvement in our fitness levels.
I’ve always struggled with committing to working out, but by tying it in with my writing goals, (and it does really fit in with those, even if it eats away some writing time) I hope to borrow some of that dedication and stick with it this time.
Speaking of which, time for me to go write!



