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Kick in the Pants

23 Monday Jan 2012

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I’m working on taking time every day to work on this story, even if I’m tired. I didn’t get myself out of bed to go to the gym this morning, but I am going tonight, and as soon as I get back, probably even before I jump in the shower, I’ll get another session in with this story to make it better. I have until the end of the month and then we’re on to the next one, so I’ve got a week to get it as polished as I can.

Scissors Beat Paper

19 Thursday Jan 2012

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One of the fundamental rules of life is that scissors beat paper. Another is that scrolling is a bitch. Put them together, and you have the obvious solution to one of my biggest pet peeves in editing.

Putting a story together when you’re in the early stages can be a lot like putting together a puzzle that’s gotten mixed up with another box. In the beginning, there are bound to be scenes or scraps that don’t fit with the larger picture of the story, and it’s about as likely that other parts will be missing. So what is a writer to do?

Cut the thing up, of course! I started applying scissors to my work in college, on an essay I was writing about the year I spent half of Easter break in the Netherlands and half in Spain. I was having a terrible time trying to balance the parts and figure out how to splice the stories. In a fit of desperation, I printed it out and took a pair of scissors to the thing, and I realized that it was a lot easier to physically shuffle sections of my story around than cut and paste virtually.

The story I’m working on now doesn’t hop between places, but there are a lot of elements going on–a pregnancy, disease, the question of what to do with aging parents, an adult sister with a beloved baby doll, the question of how a family is supposed to come together when all its members begin creating separate lives. Some of it is more front-and-center, some of it may not even get an overt mention, but I believe in the importance of knowing more than you tell. I’m still working on what needs to go in and what needs to stay out, so I’ll be cutting my story up and spreading it over the living room floor.

What are your editing tricks?

Is There Such a Thing as a Good Rejection?

11 Wednesday Jan 2012

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craigslist, design, rejection, writing

I think I’ve set a new record for first nibble and rejection of the year!

I was on Craigslist the other day, trolling around to see if there were any interesting freelance writing projects. As I do every year, I’ve resolved to get more involved in submitting work (in 2011, I even saw publication of a few articles at http://www.dumblittleman.com. Unpaid, but incredibly encouraging). The writing gigs were the usual calls for erotica or lazy ghostwriting to the tune of “I have a lot of GRAET IDEAS and now olny need a telented writer to help me put pen to paper haha. No pay up front but youl;l get a portion of the AMAZING ROYALTIES that will surely come!!!!!” So I checked out creative gigs, and lo and behold, a new writer wanted someone to put together a cover for her forthcoming YA ebook. I’m not going to lie and tell you I’m an amazing designer, but since she was asking for someone who knew how to use photoshop, and since I’ve taken Book Design and E-Publishing courses at a graduate school level, I figure I’ve got some modest chops. So I emailed her.

The author told me a little about her story and said that unfortunately, she couldn’t afford to pay much for the design. To be fair, it’s Craigslist and I’m new, so I said her price was fine. I then told her what I’d offer for it: a cover design and minor revision (changing font/color/photo filters, but not redoing the entire design). That’s when things went downhill.

In her reply, the author said that the design process would have to be “trial and error” and that she could “make no promises” about how many revisions she would need. And at that point, I had to make a choice. If I’m interested in freelancing, I need to take on jobs, and there are plenty of stories from pros where they took whatever they could, whenever they could, for whatever price until they got to the top. If I cared about myself, though, I had to put more value on my time than promising to do whatever it took until the unspecified day when my client was happy.

In the end, I wrote her a response saying that freelancers work off of specific contracts, and promised her a cover and two revisions, with extra revisions at an additional price. She passed on my offer, I wished her well, and I find myself feeling better about this than if I could have written here saying I’d landed a freelance job. I may have been rejected, but I gained confidence in my ability to set my own standards for what I deserve and what I can offer in my work, and I’ve learned that I won’t compromise my sanity for some extra cash or a little experience.

How Balinese Puppets Can Make You a Better Writer

04 Wednesday Jan 2012

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After dreaming and drooling over photos of white beaches and turquoise water, Andrew and I narrowed down our favorite honeymoon choices and made our decision: we’re going to Bali!

Pictured: Honeymoon

I have a teeny-tiny smidgen of history with Bali already. My mother is Dutch, and while you wouldn’t necessarily connect Holland with Indonesia, you can. The Netherlands colonized Indonesia back in the day, and the result was that when WWII broke out, many Indonesian refugees made their way to the Netherlands (which must have been quite the culture shock). I grew up eating solid, one-pot, Dutch farmer’s dishes, but also kroupouk and nasi goreng and gado gado salad (even for Christmas dinner, one memorable year).

Rice, pork, leeks, egg, peanut butter sauce, hot sauce, and dried shredded coconut? Yes, please!

I also grew up with shadow puppets. I didn’t know what they were for years. They hung in our hallway, men and women with sharp profiles and richly detailed clothing, jeweled ornaments in their hair and long, thin sticks dangling from their wrists.

Sometimes I’d stop on my way to the family room or my bedroom to examine the details of their costumes, and more often I’d walk right by. They were part of my everyday scenery. Then I learned that, used properly, no one would see all their intricate beauty. Shadow puppets, as the name implies, are performed from behind a sheet, illuminated by candlelight. Their strange poses and angular faces are made that way so viewers can distinguish one silhouette from another, and to show the nature of the character (a demon would have a wilder outline than a prince, for example). I couldn’t understand why someone would spend so much time and effort on something that was going to be hidden from the audience.

Now that I’ve jumped into editing short stories for my upcoming collection, A Moment of Unexpected Closeness (it’ll be published in 2013!), I realized there are several reasons why it makes sense to put the time and effort into all that beautiful, unseen detail.

1.      It shows respect for your creation. Many Balinese shadow puppet performances are religious or historical, so they want characters representing deities or respected historical figures to look their best. My characters are made up, but I care about them, so I’m learning to flesh them out. A guy who buys the creepy artifact from the dusty old store is as stock as stock characters get. A former museum curator with a borderline kleptomaniac obsession with rare totems has a lot more at stake when he enters the store, and there’s a lot more that can go wrong.

  1. It reminds you not to show everything off. Knowing everything about your character is good—it means they’ll come across more natural and three-dimensional. Proving to the reader that you’ve got your protagonist’s report cards, dental history, and high school crushes memorized is no good. The people watching the shadow puppets don’t need more than the silhouette and good narrative. Provide the shape, and most readers will fill in the features for you.
  2. It proves that the characters don’t run the story—the writer does. Balinese shadow puppet performers are regarded as a kind of mystical blend of poet, philosopher, storyteller, and holy man or woman. A shadow show only has one person operating the whole cast of characters, and the performer is also responsible for chanting the narrative of the story and directing the orchestra with his or her feet (because obviously his or her hands are too busy)! It’s fun sometimes to talk about a character running away with the story, but ultimately it comes down to the writer’s invention, and I love thinking that the experience comes down to the well-crafted shape of the characters and the power of the performer’s story.

I’m hoping Andrew and I can make it to a shadow puppet performance during our honeymoon so I can see the art I grew up with the way it was meant to be seen. Until then, I’ll keep a picture on my bulletin board, to remind me what I’m trying to do.

Getting Consumed by Writing

14 Wednesday Dec 2011

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quality versus quantity, writing, writing life

I took a breather for the last two weeks from the frenetic pace of NaNoWriMo writing. The second week was a break, at any rate. I spent the first week tackling my somewhat-neglected final project for my Seminar in Literature and Writing. The project was a translation thesis on Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert: we had to read at least two translated versions, select a passage, and put together a composite translation that we felt was best. I spent more hours than I thought a 350-word excerpt would require poring over editions, looking up the French using two dictionaries, and agonizing over word choice. This project was the anti-NaNo–quality is the only thing that matters, and a day’s work might be a paragraph.
Flaubert apparently wrote Madame Bovary much the same way. He talked about “composing” the book, rather than writing it, and lavished months of attention on individual scenes to balance the tone he wanted with the plot points he needed to convey. The result was that everything in the book connects. There isn’t a wasted sentence. When I think that, after 12 drafts, an editor still pointed out a fairly glaring factual error in one of the stories I’d been considering my best, the effect is discouraging, but also a kick in the pants.
Both NaNo and my Lit seminar are about being consumed, in different ways. NaNo is famous for its cavalier attitude toward the shitty first draft. “No plot? No problem!” is the unofficial motto. In order to hit 50,000 words in a month, you need to get consumed by writing, in its most gritty, basic, physical form. Butt in seat, fingers on keys. And for those who find 50,000 in a month too easy, I’ve seen anywhere from 75,000 to half a million posted as individual alternate goals. If there is a spare moment in your day, it should be spent writing, and all the rest should be spent thinking about what you will write next, so that when the next spare moment comes, the only limitation to how many words get down is how fast you can type.
The problem is the obvious one: in a 5,000-word story I write during NaNo, I am lucky to find 1,000 words’ worth of good or even usable text.
On the last night of class, we talked about how inhumanly good the writers we’ve been reading are. Faulkner, Flaubert, Coetzee, Peter Handke, Ingeborg Bachmann. They do things with words that are unapproachable. It’s not even talent anymore, it is actual genius, and it is both brilliant and frightening to think about a person who buys groceries and gets a stiff neck after sleeping wrong and pays bills making books like theirs. It’s impossible. The mastery of language, depth of thought, and fresh approaches in their writing is the kind of perfection that has to come from consuming yourself in how language and story works. That means reading books that challenge and inspire you instead of reading Hogfather for the ninth time, and being patient enough sometimes to understand why you’re struggling with a difficult scene and fix it, instead of using the NaNo trick of skipping ahead to the scene you’d rather be writing and leaving a messy hole behind.
I can do the speed-writing thing. I finished NaNo fairly easily this year, skipping a day here or there and making up with extra later. I can push myself into the 500-words-per-day routine, pound out a few blog articles a week, whatever. But I’ve been complaining for months about how the daily 500 elude me, and the blog’s been dry for weeks. I’m missing the other half of being consumed, the kind that makes it a worthwhile endeavor to hit whatever arbitrary quota I’ve set. It’s really scary to imagine letting myself get consumed with quality. With word count, I know how fast I type, and I know how long it takes to come up with the minimum creative threshold to fill seven pages with roughly coherent text. And I know how much time it eats. In November I barely exercised, I didn’t cook, I spent the minimum time I could on work and school without getting myself into trouble. It’s scary to think about what I would have to give up in order to give energy and concentration to quality. Would I stop caring about exercise and my appearance, like I did in college, and gain 20 pounds? Would I get cranky about doing wedding planning, since my creative energy is blown by the time I finish writing? Would I put less effort into the quality time I spend with Andrew? What if I put my energy in only to discover that even if I try my hardest for years, I’ll never turn out anything really good?
It’s sobering stuff. But it’s also smoke and mirrors. Of course I am going to spend time with my fiance. If I stop taking care of my body, eventually the people who love me will tactfully remind me that I feel better when I exercise, and I will find some way to work it back in. I can sacrifice an hour of sleep twice a week if I need to and hit the gym early, to leave my evenings free. The only thing on my list of fears that is a real possibility is that I’ll find out I’m not any good, but if I’m not putting energy into writing, that’s going to be a certainty anyway. So I’m reconsidering my fallback resolution of “Revise 15 stories for my MFA thesis,” which would necessitate my churning out a completely revised story every 3.4 weeks for the whole year. I might need more time than that. The new plan is to allow myself in 2012 to get consumed by quality in my writing (while still making time for wedding planning, of course!). I don’t know exactly what that’s going to look like, but I’m interested to find out.

TGIO!!

01 Thursday Dec 2011

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NaNoWriMo is done! I validated yesterday with 50,240 words–and still had enough work done on my final project that I didn’t embarrass myself in my Skype conference with my professor!

What I love about doing National Novel Writing Month is that it’s an exceptional writer’s boot camp, and utterly puts me to shame when I complain the rest of the year about “not having time” to spit out 500 words a day. I cranked out an average of 1674 words a day for a month, and did schoolwork, and job work, and  went to the gym, and took a long weekend trip with the fiance.

Granted, some things slip a little when words are such a focus. Andrew’s been cooking me dinner for much of the last month so I wouldn’t live on frozen pizza and Triscuits. My apartment is cluttered. Blogging, as you may have noticed, went completely out the window. My words aren’t of high enough quality to justify me trying to make a steady practice of 1,667. But it can be done, life and writing together, and I love that NaNo reminds me that I can make time for outstanding productivity in terms of output, and that my creative imagination will not poop out on me.

I also love that I’ve got about 10 new stories! Combined with the drafts I have written already, I’d say I have around 20 pieces to polish and prep for the MFA thesis next fall. Not too shabby!

Well, reasonably shabby at this point (I think only three or four have been through any kind of revision), but the real point is that for right now I’ve got the chance to dive into what I have and see what I can revise into something usable for a book, which is pretty cool. Plus, I am excited to get back to fiddling around on the blog after the month hiatus.

TGIO, in NaNo slang, means “Thank God it’s over,” by the way, which of course for any kind of serious writer is far from being the case. I’ve got my work cut out for me. But the tough slog of churning out rough material, plots and characters and settings, is over. The fun part, of reshaping these story lumps into something someone else can enjoy, is just about to begin.

Aaaaaahhhhhh

10 Thursday Nov 2011

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Okay. So I’ve got just over 18,000 words, which is good, and work is mostly holding together, and I am insisting that this is not a cold, just a last burst of allergies, and there’s about a quarter of a made-from-scratch apple pie in the fridge. Things are hectic, but mostly good. I’m sorry I haven’t been around here, but basically every second I have I’m either writing NaNo or reading Madame Bovary for class. Fine, I am playing some Bejeweled as well, but only when my brain is too fried for more productive tasks.

There’s an impressively coherent new article up on the Canary Review about publishing NaNo novels, so probably check that out if you want to read something that’s not a total spazzfest. And now for a list of the things I bribe myself with in order to get words done:

  1. Slice of aforementioned pie (700 words)
  2. Episode of Dr. Who (1000 words)
  3. 1 and 2 together (meet daily quota even though I don’t feel like writing)
  4. Walk in the park (400 words)
  5. Bake something interesting (2000 words)
  6. Game of Bejeweled (350 words)
  7. Chapter of latest Discworld novel (400 words)

In Case I Drop Off the Map

01 Tuesday Nov 2011

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NaNoWriMo has officially begun! I stayed up for midnight last night and banged out my first 500 words before collapsing into bed. The hope (as it is every time I do this) is to get 2000 words done per day rather than 1667, so I have enough of a buffer to take the occasional breather day off. That hasn’t worked for me yet, but we will see!

Since I am trying to get 2K of fiction out daily, though, please understand I will most likely be posting less often here, although I’ll try and pop in from time to time (hopefully after meeting daily quota).

If you are reading this and happen to be doing NaNo yourself, feel free to let me know at any time what you are writing, what your word count is, and how the writing’s going! I am glad we are in this crazy thing together.

Word count: 1,890

Canaries

29 Saturday Oct 2011

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canary review, halloween, writing

Just a quick note: I’ve got a 2-part Halloween post on the Canary Review on a particular habit of mine. I didn’t mean for it to become an annual tradition, but it’s been happening every year since I was a kid, and there comes a time when you just need to accept it. Part 1 is up as of the last time I checked. I go by Pirate Canary there, so check it out! Leave a comment, too–there was a pretty interesting discussion in the last post I wrote there about approaching comic books as a writer vs. an artist, and I’d love to see more people sharing thoughts.

Flash Friday #4

28 Friday Oct 2011

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Here’s the flash from this week:

Cleaner

Anna arrived at the Laundromat with a basket of clothes already clean, pressed and folded. If anyone had been watching her, they might have noted that she was down to only one basket now, but she didn’t keep a regular schedule, so the same people were unlikely to be there twice.

They were men’s clothes, mostly shirts. A few socks remained, and one or two pairs of pants. There was no underwear. Anna loaded them into the washer and took off her jacket. She had a tank top on underneath, an old one, with a few stray beads dangling down her front. The Laundromat was kept quite cold, to combat the constant heat from the dryers cranking and the washers rolling gallons of hot water around and around. There was florescent light, and the orange glow from the neon outside falling on the orange chairs inside. Anna didn’t bring a book or magazine. She pulled up a chair in front of the washer with her elbows on her thighs, hands stretched out a little toward the plastic, as though she were looking into a fire.

When the washer stopped, she loaded it into the dryer and dragged the chair with one hand across the linoleum to wait.

When all the laundry was dry, Anna pulled it in great hot armfuls from the machine and piled it into her lap. The shirts crushed against her, still almost steaming. In order to fold them, she had to hold each shirt at arm’s length, shaking the wrinkles out and using just her fingers to pinch and flick the shirt into place. For the last fold, the folding of the top half down to rest on the bottom half, she had to bring it back to her lap. Then she stretched forward awkwardly and put the shirt in the empty basket. She did all the clothes this way, her movements growing less awkward as the pile on her lap grew smaller. Then she put the basket in the car.

After twenty minutes of driving, Anna pulled into the parking lot of the Goodwill and stopped the car. She looked at the carton boxes outside the door and for a moment her hands trembled.

“Hush,” she said then, aloud, and opened the door, and pulled out a carton box from the backseat, and left it on the trunk of the car while she got the laundry basket out of the passenger side. She stacked the folded clothes neatly into the box, shirts and pants first, and the socks last, tucked here and there into the crevices between piles. Anna carried the box to the closed doors, set it down with the others, and took a step back. Then she removed one of the shirts from the box. It was blue flannel, soft around the collar, with lint pills at the elbows and around the buttonholes. Anna shook it out and pulled it on. Though the drive had been long enough and the air outside was cool, she imagined she could still feel the last ghost of dryer heat in the cloth, warm like breath.

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