Will You NaNoWriMo?

I’m an ardent fan of NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. The website and community offers an incredible motivation to writers of all kinds to stop talking about writing a novel and just sitting down and actually doing it. I love getting their pep talks in my inbox (here’s one of my absolute favorites, from Lemony Snicket), I love the word count tools to track my progress, and I love the way it gets everyone excited about writing!

But…I’m not sure I can participate this year. I’ve competed as a writer twice, and one year used the motivation as incentive to finish editing a novel that had been collecting dust. I’m so proud of those finished works, even while I figure out what to do next in publishing them. But I’ve got more of “real life” on my plate this year, between work things, family things, editing projects, and trying to keep myself in balance. I’m not sure I can push any of those other things off, to wait for a month, like I’ve been able to in the past.

I’m not going to step away from NaNo completely; like I said, I love it to bits and I think it provides more motivation in a month than I can generate in a year. So I’m going to try to compromise: I won’t officially take on the challenge this year, but I am going to try to use my spare time well, writing what I can when I’m able and otherwise trying to push forward on Undead Rising.

Because, even though I forget sometimes, NaNoWriMo isn’t the only time I can write a novel. I can write all year: I just have to make it a priority.

Will you be participating this year? What are your obstacles and how will you try to overcome or manage them?

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Stephen King as a Writing Teacher

I loved On Writing, and it surprised me just how much I embraced it. Now, even though I’ve read only a few of his books, Stephen King has become one of my favorite authors–not for his writing, but for his devotion, his thoughtfulness, and his brain. I wish I could meet him.

Stories like this one remind me of how much I like him and want to hang out with him.

He’s just very authentic, and honest, sometimes about things that people (writers) aren’t comfortable admitting.

For example, he says that grammar–while still needing to be taught–isn’t the most critical skill.

And, even more heretical, he says that not everyone needs to be a writer. The scandal!

(I’ll take it a step further: not everyone needs to be a self-published writer…)

But I think he’s right. Sometimes it’s a matter of teaching people what they need right now in their real lives; they have opportunities later to further develop their talents if their interests take them there. Fundamentals. (See what he says about teaching kids to write directions from A to B.)

Also, I just love his frank crassness, like this: “Reading good fiction is like making the jump from masturbation to sex.”

Oh heavens, Mr. King, you’re givin’ me the vapors!

Anyway, he’s fabulous.

What do you think of King’s advice? Does it hold true in your experience?

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Review: Juliet, Naked

Juliet, NakedJuliet, Naked by Nick Hornby

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Sometimes I get disillusioned with the world and it starts to feel like the only way I’ll find that spark of beauty is with fantasy, by somehow altering reality, because I just can’t handle the mediocrity of it all.

When I feel like that, I ought to read something by Nick Hornby. He’s a master at looking at the same drab, dreary everyday world and turning up a gem.

Juliet, Naked chronicles what it means to be a fan of a piece of art–music, in particular–and how our perceptions of art can vary from person to person (even from creator to devotee) and what that can mean.

The story focuses on the work of imaginary temporarily famous ’80s rocker Tucker Crowe, who produced at least one album that seized the world with its intensity and then mysteriously stopped performing. The sudden absence of the artist–and the more than two decades with no news at all–leaves super-fans like the British low-tier professor Duncan grasping at rumors and imagination.

Duncan is the literal leader of an online Tucker Crowe fanclub, endlessly obsessed with and analyzing the old albums. His long-time girlfriend, Annie, just accepts that as part of her life–drab, dreary, not worth mentioning.

Until a “raw” version of Tucker Crowe’s hit album is released, sending Duncan into a premature delirium of excitement and Annie into her first real venture into Duncan’s online fandom. The album–and the feelings and thoughts and contemplation it triggers–sets off an unexpected chain of events and totally changes the world for Duncan, Annie, and even Tucker Crowe.

It’s a really great modern book. And when I say modern, I mean it: it’s still strange and wonderful when a book mentions everyday things like cell phones and, heck, the internet! And Hornby did a great job capturing the intensity of a super-fan and balancing that with the reactions of “everyday” fans. It made me think about my appreciation of music and art in general, and what it means to be a creator.

Juliet, Naked is both a thoughtful contemplation of the way music appreciation affects us as well as a deliciously jolly and realistic look at what makes life worth living.

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People are Making Threats Because of Video Games, Everything is Awful

I thought I was well-prepared to handle interacting with people online; I am pretty savvy, know how to avoid the trolls, not to click on suspicious links, and generally fly under the radar and try to be nice to people. But browsing Twitter for less than 5 minutes on Tuesday night left me horribly shaken, scared, and sick to my stomach. Those five minutes left me afraid to voice my opinion, made me want to quit a hobby I’ve enjoyed for years, and made me want to pack up and become a hermit in the woods, because damn, people are even worse than I thought.
What shocked me was the sudden realization that, even in America, where many voices are praised and generally accepted, where we’re supposed to know better than to oppress different ideas with violence, someone thought it was ok–acceptable, reasonable, even!–to threaten to murder an auditorium full of people who were going to listen to someone speak… just because they disagreed with the speaker.
Even more sickening, though, was that was not an isolated incident. It’s a repeating pattern of awful, horrible, wretched behavior, and not from one person, but from many people who feel safe under the cloak of internet anonymity.
All I did was click on the Twitter hashtag #GamerGate.
If you aren’t familiar with what’s going on, Vox had this pretty solid breakdown.
The short of it is: a lot of people (men) are upset that someone (several women) have offered critiques of the video game industry as not doing enough to be inclusive of women. These upset men then decide that the appropriate response to the criticism should range from mild internet dissent to–much more prominently–repeated, specific, violent threats of rape, murder, personal attacks, and damage to property.
To repeat: because someone said something they didn’t like about a hobby they enjoy, people are threatening to assault, harm, and KILL.
 
When I happened to look at it, I stumbled onto the most recent happening: because Anita Sarkeesian was going to do speak about her critiques of video games, someone decided to threaten “the worst school massacre in U.S. history” if she was allowed to speak. You can find the details in this CNN article and elsewhere.
And because Utah is an open-carry state, school officials couldn’t do anything about people bringing guns to the speech. So Sarkeesian had to cancel.
It isn’t an isolated incident. In literally just five minutes of browsing about 100 comments on Twitter, I stumbled on people supporting Sarkeesian, yes, some expressing disagreement with her views but distaste with the threats, and–this is what left me shaking with anxiety and horror–repeated threats of more violence.
I’m not going to dignify the tweeter by linking to his actual post, but I read one tweet that said, “My last tweet led some to believe #GamerGate may be pro-rape. Let me be 100% clear: #GamerGate IS pro-rape.”
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This whole nonsense–and let’s be honest, the inciting incident IS nonsense–made me scared to write up this piece, for fear of catching even a fraction of the grief that Sarkeesian and others have had to tolerate from the horde of online assholes. Because I am a woman who writes things online, who has opinions and plays video games, so maybe I’ll be swept up and readied for the firing line by these types.
But it didn’t feel right that reasonable conversation should be suppressed by the whims of terroristic asshole children who don’t understand it’s ok for someone not to like what you like. Or even, more appropriately in this case, to like what you like but suggest that there could be more and different kinds of it. 
 
There is no reason–no reason at all–for these women to be attacked for having opinions. And any possible goodwill or reasonable debate those who agree with the “GamerGate”ers has been utterly obliterated by the vocal minority (majority? Hard to tell) who are so afraid of admitting girls to their club (girls who have actually been there, quietly, all along!) that they feel it is acceptable to threaten violence and expose people’s private information so that others can commit violence.
Our current laws haven’t quite kept up with the changing technologies. It’s unclear when a comment on Facebook, Twitter, or elsewhere on the internet is grounds for an arrest. I’m not one to advocate for the tightening of laws against expression, but you know what the First Amendment doesn’t actually give you the right to do: Openly FUCKING threaten to harm someone.
This is ridiculous. And tragic. And sickening. And, if you’re at all involved in the gaming community in any way, it’s highly likely that someone you know–likely that someone I know–thinks it’s not a big deal to threaten these women in this way. But of course it is a big deal. A huge, terrifying big deal.
I don’t know how to fix it. I wish I did. But don’t be assholes to each other. And call out those who are. That’s a good place to start.

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Hate A Book? Don’t Force It.

Author Nick Hornby has made waves with this article about highbrow books, and people’s enjoyment of them. (And it’s fortuitous, because I just started reading one of his books, Juliet, Naked, and he’s just phenomenal.)
Some people have interpreted that article to mean: “don’t read anything hard.”
But I don’t think it’s that at all. I think Hornby is trying to emphasize that reading should not be a chore (though, as I’ve said, sometimes it’s inordinately made into one in school). He’s saying that a book can be a “classic” or “highbrow” or “important” without necessarily being something you’re interested in and will benefit from.
I find it interesting that people are upset by this idea at all. If you replaced “highbrow” with a genre, people wouldn’t be at all surprised that not everyone likes it: ex. “If you don’t like a horror book, it’s ok not to read it. Horror may just not be for you.”
See? Is that scandalous? I don’t think so.
But sometimes we put certain kinds of books on a pedestal, sometimes just because they are challenging. I get the impression that some books–perhaps War and Peace?–are idolized not as books but as achievements to be checked off. “Oh, I read that.” Could you have a conversation about it? Did you enjoy yourself? Probably not, but you can check it off your bucket list.
And if that appeals to you, go ahead, have at it. But I’m 100% unabashedly in support of people reading because they like to read. (And, given enough latitude and choice, that everyone could be a reader if they were only given the opportunity to read the kinds of things they may like.)
Full disclosure: I didn’t get through more than 25 pages of Moby Dick. I know it’s an important and worthy book and all that, but I felt like I was being stabbed by ice picks when I read it. And I don’t feel like I’m missing that much, honestly.
What do you think? Should you buckle down during a hard read, or is it ok to put it aside?

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Awesome Video: Women in Science Fiction

Look at all these inspiring women! It’s so cool to see authors, to hear them speak with video rather than words for a change. I don’t know about you, but I have a few more books to add to my reading list now.

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October 11, 2014 · 9:58 am

Review: And Then There Were None

And Then There Were NoneAnd Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

And Then There Were None is an old-school murder mystery novel in the truest sense: it was originally published in 1939, and, of course, is written by mystery great Agatha Christie.

It’s interesting to see how some writing tropes have changed in 75 years: things like dialogue placement and word tense are pretty different. In fact, I doubt a modern publisher would give “And Then There Were None” a close look because of those differences, despite the interesting story.

The set-up is this: 10 strangers are called to a mansion in an isolated island, whereupon a gramophone announces that each is accused of murder in some way. And then, one by one, the visitors are killed off, while the survivors scramble to figure out who could have done it, why, and who is next.

In that, it feels a lot like Clue: The Movie; there’s a lot of scrambling about from room to room, trying to guess at straws. Much like Clue, it also features all manners of death, so you never know what will come next. I actually looked to see if Clue was inspired by this book–it looks like no, but there are strong similarities.

However, when you reach the end, we lose the similarities.

(Spoilers to follow)

Because this book does not conform to the mystery structure we’ve all come to know: no one figures it out and saves the day. In fact, the police arrive a full 24 hours after the last victim has died, and leave without having figured it out. It isn’t until the epilogue that anything is explained, and–well, honestly, I think Christie may have cheated the reader some. I don’t think the result is truly “guessable”; it’s a rigged game.

That unsatisfactory ending was a disappointment to me, but it is a good lesson that sometimes the old standby structure is there for a reason. And, of course, it’s not wrong to mess with it. Just not something that appealed to me in this case.

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Chickening Out on Marketing

It’s officially October, the month I declared (last month) that I’d get my book, Undead Rising, published. And I have this awesome cover for it, and I’ve gone over it again to make sure all the links work and the words seem good and…
I’ve stalled out.
I met up with another writer to talk about, well, writing stuff, and was all bluster and confidence, about how I was just going to go ahead and do it already. And he asked a bunch of very sensible questions, like “how do you plan on marketing your book?” and “how will you reach your audience?”
And that’s when I sort of deflated.
I didn’t have a marketing plan. Still don’t, really. Because the truth is, as much as I realize it would help a lot, I just don’t want to do that kind of thing.
I understand it. I know how to do it–I’ve even done a lot of the basics for my day jobs in the past!  I just have zero interest in actually doing it.
Which, as my writing colleague pointed out, isn’t necessarily the best way to do things.
The thing is, I’ve got a day job, a lot of extra work as a freelance editor, and I try to still have a little time left to hang out with my new husband, do chores, and sleep. Oftentimes, marketing seems to take up a ton of time, to the point that it is frequently seen as a full-time (or at least busy part-time) job in and of itself. And it’s just not a priority for me right now.
So I’ve stalled out. I don’t know what to do. Part of me says, “eh, go ahead and get it out there, why not?” This part of me reminds me that I didn’t write this book to become a millionaire and that I’d really like to be able to say I’m a published author already…I’m tired of waiting.
The other, perhaps more sensible part, says, “you’ve put all this work in already, why would you finish it off by only doing half the effort?” And I don’t really know what to say to that part.
Anyone who has been there, what did you do? What do you think I should do? Is the marketing as hard/work-intensive as it looks like it is?

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Editing Quick Hit: How Many Sentences to a Paragraph?

What I tell you next is going to make some English teachers hate me, but it will make you a better writer, so I’m willing to risk it: You’re doing paragraphs wrong.

In third grade, you were probably taught that a paragraph was required to be three to five sentences long. If your paragraphs were NOT sufficiently long–or, heaven forbid!–were longer than five sentences, no smiley face stamp for you!

And then the internet came along and writers started chucking paragraphs right out the window. In fact, it’s practically blogging 101: keep it short, stupid. (Even me! Look at all these paragraphs! So short!)

Between these two influences, some writers have given up on having paragraphs at all, cleaving to just one or two sentences jammed together.

And it’s deplorable.

Look, blogging is one thing, but a blog is not a book, nor should it be (if I can get the exact same information out of reading one blog that I can get out of reading your whole multi-chapter book, the world doesn’t need your book).

Paragraphs are there to help the reader decipher your text. The line breaks make it easier to read. (Ease of reading is exactly why bloggers are told to keep it short. The sans-serif typeface used on most internet sites is a bit harder to read when grouped together, plus you’ve got the backlighting on the screen adding strain, too.)

But paragraphs are also a tool used to show what parts go together.

Let me give an example, with every sentence given its own line:

Bob the butterfly loved to dither in the field of flowers.

Being a butterfly, he didn’t have many cares in the world, but he was absolutely fascinated by the myriad colors, smells and delightful flavors.

He flew from one flower to the next, lost in a whirl of enthusiasm.

His attention span was short–he didn’t have much of a brain, if you could even call it that–and so was quick to taste, then fly to the next, on and on.

But he could have been paying more attention.

While he was busy drinking nectar from the One-Eyed Susan, a sparrow zoomed down and ate him.

That kind of reads like a poem, doesn’t it? Which is great, if that’s what you’re going for. But if you’re writing prose, it is more commonly formatted like this:

Bob the butterfly loved to dither in the field of flowers. Being a butterfly, he didn’t have many cares in the world, but he was absolutely fascinated by the myriad colors, smells and delightful flavors. He flew from one flower to the next, lost in a whirl of enthusiasm. His attention span was short–he didn’t have much of a brain, if you could even call it that–and so was quick to taste, then fly to the next, on and on. But he could have been paying more attention. While he was busy drinking nectar from the One-Eyed Susan, a sparrow zoomed down and ate him.

A punchy little narrative, perhaps a fable, in six sentences.  But there are other ways to format it, too, which may be even more powerful:

Bob the butterfly loved to dither in the field of flowers. Being a butterfly, he didn’t have many cares in the world, but he was absolutely fascinated by the myriad colors, smells and delightful flavors. He flew from one flower to the next, lost in a whirl of enthusiasm. His attention span was short–he didn’t have much of a brain, if you could even call it that–and so was quick to taste, then fly to the next, on and on. But he could have been paying more attention.

While he was busy drinking nectar from the One-Eyed Susan, a sparrow zoomed down and ate him.

The separation between the paragraph and the surprise ending in the last line gives the reader a moment of pause, and can heighten the zing.

So–how long should your paragraphs be?

As long as they need to be.

I know, radical! Throw out the rulebooks and use your well-honed subjective judgement–but be prepared to defend your reasoning if someone challenges you. Why do you want it that way? If you don’t know, or are falling back on old rules, you may want to rethink your formatting.

**Special note: In my opinion, you get less opportunity to be loosey-goosey about paragraphs when it’s in dialogue, but I think the misunderstanding comes from the same place. Here’s the rule for dialogue: If it is all being spoken at once, by the same speaker, 9/10 you need it to be all in the same paragraph. If someone is giving a speech, it’s perfectly fine to create a big ol’ text wall. Breaking it into chunks, particularly in a back-and-forth conversation, can create gads of confusion for the reader.

(If you really want to break it into chunks, the natural place would be whenever commentary is added, such as “he shuffled his feet awkwardly” or “she giggled” or “The cat did not care an ounce for the story, but tolerated it nonetheless.” In other words, stuff that’s related to the dialogue but isn’t actually being said aloud.)

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Published Young: Famous Folks Published Before They Turned 25

If you want to feel bad about yourself today, take a moment to read through this list of people who published great works of fiction before they turned 25.

Though it doesn’t always include the masterworks people eventually became famous for, this list is long enough and covers enough people you were forced to read about in school to make you feel a bit off about yourself. For example, both Mr. and Mrs. Shelley–of Frankenstein and Queen Mab lore–F. Scott Fitzgerald, Truman Capote, Brett Easton Ellis, Michael Chabon, Norman Mailer, Jane Austen, Gore Vidal, and more that I hadn’t heard of previously.

While it’s important, and in some ways helpful, to remember that youth does not have to be an impediment to success–that it can be the fire that burns the writer on to greatness–don’t beat yourself up too much if you’re older than 25 and still haven’t published or made it big yet. Remember, you’re the majority.

Plus, a lot of those folks didn’t live that long, anyway: Percy Bysshe Shelley got to be 29; Mary Shelley only hit 54; F. Scott Fitzgerald scraped by to 44; and Austen only cracked 42. Read a different way, they got published only at the middle of their lives.

Here’s to many more birthdays!

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