01 January 2010

The Grumpy New Year...

The first thing I did this morning was turn over and go back to sleep. That didn't last long, though, as my wife solemnly announced "we have a problem." I got up to be shown that our apartment water heater was leaking. So, after grudgingly getting dressed and tidying up a bit, we called our maintenance guy and are currently awaiting his arrival.

The trash has been taken out, breakfast is cooking, and CNN is playing in the background. I was laying innocently on the couch when CNN introduced their latest poll, "How do you say 2010?"

I was confused. Certainly since 2010 is a number, and one number, there is only one correct way to say it: "two thousand ten." There were apparently two alternatives given, one being "two thousand and ten," which is clearly incorrect, and "twenty ten," which sounds like a ratio to me. They featured a short spot where somebody along the streets of New York said "when it's two thousand and twenty, are you going to say two thousand and twenty or are you going to say twenty-twenty? Twenty-twenty!"

I respond that no, I am going to say "two thousand twenty," just like yesterday I called the year "two thousand nine," and next year it will be "two thousand eleven."

Do not bother me with grammar when I'm obviously waking up earlier than I intended, and in a much grumpier mood than I'd like. The word "and" doesn't enter into a phrase unless you are going to announce a fraction after you say "and." But, then again, most Americans couldn't be bothered with proper grammar to begin with.

28 December 2009

Last Published On..

October 23rd? Sheesh, I'm really letting myself fall behind. I try to keep up with my writing, I really do, but sometimes I just let things slip away. I may eventually develop the discipline it takes to actually faithfully keep my blog updated.

So, what's been going on? Well, I have my first official rejection letter. I'm very proud of it, because it's not simply a form rejection letter, but one of those rejection letters that's actually constructive. Let's have a look.
"Unfortunately, I am going to pass on 'Alarm.' While it had a good sense of place, I felt that not enough background behind the attacks and the alarms was explained, and the plot was not strong enough for my taste."
That is courtesy of the fine editors at FlashFictionOnline.com, and looking over the story in question, I completely agree.

So, now, what have I done? I've joined a writing group, of course. I plan to try to hone my skills with them, possibly by feeding the critics "Alarm" and see what they do with it. While I'm pretty sure that piece is a lost cause (the editor's remarks were spot-on, and flash fiction unfortunately doesn't give much room for making the concept work), it does give me the opportunity to identify problem areas of my writing.

Back to the grind...

23 October 2009

Life as an Amateur Writer

In general, an amateur is a person who performs a skilled task with minimal compensation, or with no compensation at all. That's what I have been all of this time: an amateur. Outside of writing spreadsheets, macros, and the occasional instruction manual, I have never received a dime for anything I've written. Hopefully, soon, that will all change.

I'm proud to say that I've submitted a story to Flash Fiction Online, the only flash fiction magazine which is currently an acceptable publication for consideration by the Science Fiction Writers of America (SFWA). To join SFWA, the applicant must demonstrate that they have earned no less than $200 for no more than three publications. Obviously, a person could never stay with just Flash Fiction Online to achieve that goal, but it makes for a nice stepping stone. I would imagine that having three publications printed by three different magazine publishers would actually be preferable. It would also look good on a cover letter.

Working on the narrow end of the fiction spectrum has taught me a few lessons. It takes a keen sense of editing in order to compress a story into such a small space. I cannot, as I was practically encouraged to do during NaNoWriMo, slap huge descriptions into gigantic sentences which are in turn part of enormous paragraphs all for the intent of getting a high word count. Flash fiction is NNWM's polar opposite. And, while I will not be participating in NNWM this year, I will be encouraging participants to give flash a go after they've finished padding their stories with unbelievably long chains of adjectives. It's quite the contrast. It teaches you about the true power that a sentence has.

And, there is a new update from the text editor wars. Recall that I've previously talked about using Scrivener, TextWrangler, and probably some others I've since forgotten, before I recently settled with Bean. Among the ones I've considered was OpenOffice.org, Sun Microsystem's open source alternative to Microsoft Office. I've posted before about the problems I've had with MS Word. OpenOffice is better, but still faces limitations. As the project is based in the world of *nix, the program doesn't run natively on a Mac. It gets emulated via Rosetta in order to run correctly, and while I'm happy to see it break free of X11, it still doesn't exactly run smoothly on my beloved first-generation Intel Mini.

Now, thanks to an article in MacLife , I've managed to find NeoOffice. NeoOffice is very similar to OpenOffice, except that NeoOffice works natively on Mac OSX. It's almost as fast as Bean, which is about as minimalist as you can get while still maintaining some of the features that define the difference between a word processor and a text editor. I've also found odd incompatibilities with Bean that make the formatting in Bean appear differently than what it would be in other word processing applications. I haven't checked to see if it supports some of Microsoft Word's more common features, such as the infamous "track changes." I don't really
even want to use that feature, but it may come in handy to me in the future. Being able to easily go back and forth between it and Word is important to me, as many of my files are on USB drives so I can hack at my craft without worrying about what kind of computer I'm using.

So, what's next in the writing world for me? Will I, at last, be able to boast that I am a professional? Will I, instead, finally be framing my first rejection letter? I promise to keep you posted.

28 September 2009

Wake Me Up

Every weekend, I've thought to myself "This is when I make my first professional submission." And, every weekend, I don't. The reasons are various. I'm too timid about the piece I'm currently considering. I'm worried that this line or that line doesn't need to be there. The bottom line is that I'm nervous.

Yet, at the same time, I'm wondering what my future is. I don't make a bunch of money. I put in my 40 hours for my family, and pass off on things that I want in order to save the budget. This weekend, for example, we were all set for a nice shopping trip, when our car had problems starting. One battery later, the bank account had been sufficiently dented so that we couldn't do that any more. Any near future windfalls will now be set for Christmas gifts, which means basically that I can wish all I want, but I'm not really getting anything for myself until January.

My emotions were all exacerbated by raw jealousy. I've calmed myself down to being happy for my brother in-law, who's finally bought a semi-exotic car for himself. A 2005 Lotus Elise. It looks nice in his driveway. Now, I just hope that I'll get a chance to drive it, as I could probably never bring myself to buy a car like that. If I had the money, I'd probably invest in a nice sedan that would suit the road trips that I like to take on occasion.

I'll never be able to do that on my current income. I need to make this thing happen, for the sake of my happiness, and for the sake of allowing myself to see one of my dreams to fruition.

27 August 2009

Why Microsoft Word is a Poor Authoring Tool

I don't usually use MS Word. I don't like how it replaces quotation marks with smart quotes (which can be turned off via the Auto Correct options), I hate how it watches over me like a schoolteacher, And it constantly tempts the user with a variety of features that have more place in a web authoring tool than a word processor. Take this, for example. I was stuck at work with practically nothing to do, and remembered that Word does actually have a readability indicator. In order to get to it, though, you have to do a grammar check.

Now, Microsoft seems to have problems recognizing a wide variety of sentence structure. It questions commas, proposes semicolons, and has many sore problems that make it a very poor editing tool. Here, you can see, that Word has proposed that one character should ask another, "is you awake?" I spent the next half hour trying to figure out how the grammar settings were mistakenly switched to Ebonics. This is, by far, the worst grammar check I've ever seen. A note should be issued to other writers. Word's grammar check is no substitute for a personal mastery over grammar, style books, and a good editor.

That's why I thank goodness for my wife. Right now, I've been working on a small flash fiction project, with intentions to submit it. I've been thinking about going to Flash Fiction Online, but I'm open to other suggestions. My wife has been an astonishingly good editor, having been taught by a well-published poet and artist, Claire Bateman, during her high school years thanks to the Fine Arts Center. She delicately explains where and how I fall flat on my face at some points, and ways that I can correct it. What's even better is that she speaks my language in a sense, that she doesn't as much hand me a replacement passage as much as she gives me a general concept that I can work from. Thus, the content remains original.

If you use MS Word, just turn the grammar checking feature off. It's absolutely useless. When you're in the midst of dialogue, you can't be bothered to check for passive voice. Just write. If you're feeling particularly macho, turn the automatic correction tool completely off. Word will still dutifully underline everything it thinks is misspelled, including all of the names of your characters and foreign phrases it couldn't be bothered to recognize. Remember that these features were created by programmers, not by anybody with a master's degree in literature. Word will never advise you about the things that really matter in writing, anyways. Also, turning the feature completely off will also fix the annoying "smart quotes" feature. If a publisher wants to use them, then they can go in and fix that very easily.

So, what do I use for editing when I can bug my wife into marking up my beloved manuscripts? My very own intellect. Keep in mind, though, that the bulk of my writing is done with my keyboard in my lap while I am not actually looking at either the screen or the keyboard, but staring blankly somewhere else. I've even read about authors who turn their monitor off completely to avoid distraction. Therefore, I'm not editing until my goal is editing. When I'm writing, my goal is to write, so the backspace key simply doesn't enter the equation unless I've just put down something that I must strike from the page.

This has led to an astonishing development. After I brought my old Mac Mini a bit closer to being up to date by maxing out its memory, I was tempted to try a few games to showcase its newly tuned performance. I didn't have interest in any of the games though. They're just sitting there on my hard drive. Unless I'm writing something or researching, or just browsing the web in general, my Mini remains fairly unused. The performance tweak will have to wait for Snow Leopard in order to show its full potential (which is released tomorrow). Then, at that point, I'll have my hands around a copy of Pages and I can give that one a run.

Hopefully it won't tell me to replace "are" with "is" in the aforementioned sentence.

While I'm ranting, I also want to briefly bring up an absolutely confusing sequence of facts. MacWorld is currently featuring an article comparing Apple's new OS to Windows 7. PCWorld is similarly featuring an article outlining Snow Leopard's features (why a PCWorld reader would care, I have no idea), and InfoWorld is busy criticizing Mac as a workplace solution. These three magazines are all obviously interconnected, so why are they playing every side of the fence? Showing viewpoints from every possible bias does not make something unbiased. Not that I'd call them journalism, though. InfoWorld is quick to blame Mac for features not conforming to the standards that Microsoft sets.

They say that Entourage is a poor substitute for Outlook, that the Cisco VPN features aren't equivalent to the actual Cisco software, and that the flight number recognition doesn't work when the airline's name is spelled out instead of abbreviated. To respond on behalf of Apple, I'd say that Entourage's performance is completely up to Microsoft, that Mac doesn't make a habit of copying features from third party software, and that new and innovative features often have unexpected shortcomings. Then, InfoWorld goes on to suggest that Apple allows the capability of dropping Widgets onto the working desktop (which it has done since Jaguar), and offer secure FTP (which can be accomplished via CyberDuck). So, to be clear, the -World franchise wants to look like they're picking sides without actually doing so, and doesn't fully understand Apple's philosophy of creating new tools instead of copying old ones.

Exit: rant.

09 August 2009

The New Keyboard

I have a new keyboard now. Since I have a Mac and don't want those pesky little Windows-specific keys sitting along the row with my space bar this meant changing to the Mac standard keyboard of the day, featuring "chiclet" keys. You know the type. The keys that sit perhaps 3 millimeters above the surface of the keyboard. The whole thing is only just thick enough for my hands to find it in the dark. Apple should have gone ahead and had the keyboard back-lit for how similar it is to the keyboard on the MacBook Pro.

I've added flash fiction to my repretiore. I haven't decided where the flash fiction will end up, but when that happens, I'll certainly be letting people know. My recent endeavors brought me quite a nice surprise when I handed the peice I wrote over to my wife, who has since proven to be quite the literary critic. I never knew that. When I was writing in NaNoWriMo, the focus was so tightly drawn around completing 50,000 words that the entire idea of editing was unthinkable. I wasn't going to slow down for anything, including putting question marks where they belong. I allowed my wife to read what I had written, but asked her to refrain from editing as I didn't want to go back and look at that until everything was said and done. Well, the rest of that was history as anybody who has read this blog through would now, that life caught up with me and I ceased all of my writing activities shortly after winning NaNoWriMo. Thus, I never saw her inner critic, until I delivered this recent flash fiction peice.

Keep in mind that I try to remain humble as a writer, but it becomes difficult when I keep handing rough drafts to people who didn't even know I was a writer to begin with, thus they are quite shocked at what I produce. My wife, however, was astute enough to show me where things were wrong, where they were right, and had ideas on how to improve it without stepping over the bounds of 1,000 words.

Another benefit is that it's a different perspective of writing altogether. Novelling allows me to pander to digression, traveling down whatever paths I so choose, which ultimately lead to details and sometimes unexpected plot turns. In flash fiction, though, this is completely unacceptable. Imagery has to be delivered hard and fast. The focus has to be set and kept from beginning to end. Where NaNoWriMo removes the barrier that people face purely in the concept of the length of a novel, flash fiction removes barriers of pacing and originality. When you have only so much space to squeeze in an entire story, you don't mince words about it, and wind up teaching yourself new and interesting methods of expression. So, now, when I have a particularly intense scene I want to portray in a knowledge, I can draw upon the methods of flash fiction to hammer the details in without marring the pacing.

I've ditched Scivener as a book-writing tool. I've decided that I know how to keep my characters straight, and if I want to write notes, then there's applications for that. Since my poor old Mac Mini can't manage to respond quickly when using either Word or OpenOffice. So, I'm on the prowl for something new (since TextEdit definitely can't do what I want it to).

With nothing really Doogie Howser to say, I'm off to comb the internet for new and interesting apps for novelling.

31 July 2009

Proust!

I have completed the Proust survey. It is a questionnaire from the early 20th century, made famous by the answers one Marcel Proust gave. Here are my answers, for your perusal. If you'd like, you can reply with an answer to one of the questions, or if you're really daring, answer them all, put them up on the web somewhere, and then supply a link.

Your most marked characteristic?

My greatest asset is also my greatest bane. I have ADHD, which I have dealt with for my entire life. Having learned to overcome the weaknesses that ADHD causes, I am free to use the odd advantages that occur as a result. My wife calls it “multi-focal cognition,” but I know it for what it truly is. I simply think different, so by default, I am always approaching things in a way that many people never consider. It gives me a unique quality of wit and imagination, and causes me to wonder how many of the world’s great minds have also been plagued by what is incorrectly assessed as a learning disability. It’s a learning ability, if nothing else, since when a person with ADHD is met with a challenge that interests them, they are so focused on finding a resolution to that challenge that nearly nothing can stand in their way.

The quality you most like in a man?
I suppose I expect men to have consideration and a chivalrous idea of honor. Guys who swim in an ocean of their own testosterone annoy me, and those who are too timid to speak up for themselves will never earn my respect. The image of a proper man is strong enough to exercise his own will, but responsible enough to refrain from doing so when it is inappropriate. It does not prey on the weak, but does not easily break under the pressure of the strong. It respects the lives and rights of those around them, yet holds fast to their own beliefs.

The quality you most like in a woman?
I can only think of my wife. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and strong willed. I don’t like a woman who is simply an adjunct to whatever man she happens to be beside. A good woman is capable of standing on her own two feet. After all, if a man’s wife is dependant upon him, their relationship develops due to that dependence rather than the loving bond that a marriage should be made of. If the woman isn’t capable of being independent, then she is not capable of having that kind of dynamic relationship.

What do you most value in your friends?
I believe that honesty and faithfulness are requirements for any decent friendship. Without honesty, a friendship is built upon false pretenses. Without faithfulness, a friendship is shallow and will not endure. Also important in any friendship is a mutual respect for one another, and for me that would mean that a friend should conform to the qualities I admire in others, as answered previously.

What is your principle defect?
I have already at this point mentioned my so-called disability. The other side of the coin is that I have serious problems focusing on tasks that cannot hold my interests. Furthermore, when I am focused on a task and I cannot seem to reach the goal that I have set myself as a solution, I become obsessed and frustrated. I meet challenge and frustration with equal tenacity, and when I feel thwarted, I almost become locked into a self-destructive loop. “I cannot complete this task, but I must complete this task” becomes a frustration that to some is not anything more than an annoyance. To me, it is as if my very being depends on crossing to the other side of an insurmountable obstacle. Until I am somehow drawn away from the task, I am very agitated. I find, though, that once I do manage to distract myself, however briefly, that moment of fresh air provides me with the solution that would have occurred to others long beforehand. Even while I am aware of this, the knowledge that I can simply step away from the problem and come back to it later often does not provide me with the distraction I need to actually do so.

What is your favorite occupation?
In a material sense, the one for which I am qualified that will net me the most money. Otherwise, my lifetime goal is to become a novelist. Not just somebody who has their largely unchecked manuscript printed and convinces some shop owner to put it on their shelves, but a true novelist who’s work can be found gracing the shelves under the category of “best sellers.” I recognize that, despite the relative amount of fame this entails, that the income is not precisely glamorous. I don’t really care about that, either. The most important part is that I accomplish what I had once considered impossible.

What is your dream of happiness?
I could quote Sun Tzu and say that no man should be considered happy until he is dead. It sounds profound, after all, until some reader comes along and understands the underlying context. Instead, I think that to have the ultimate in happiness, all those around me would have to be happy as well. As unlikely as that is, in order to be more realistic about it, I suppose my dream of happiness is tied to my success as a writer, a father, and as a husband.

What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes?
I would hate to see the combination of intolerance and warmongering culminate into the complete destruction of a culture. This has happened many times in history, and I am only waiting for the next one to fall. Yet, I see the desire written across the faces of many Americans to do just that. Terrorists destroyed a national landmark and threatened the lives of our people, yes, but a Muslim of Middle-Eastern descent does not make a terrorist. I don’t personally agree with the ideals of Islam, but I recognize the need for diversity and balance in the world. Right now, there are millions of innocent lives in danger because of the blind hatred and racism that has been generated by the media in response to the attacks of September 11.

What would you like to be?
Again, my ultimate goals lie in becoming a recognized novelist. However, the image of what I would like to be is more than the action I would like to be known for. I would like to be several pounds lighter, for example. I would like to be well traveled. I would like to be formally educated. I would like to be continually motivated by new and loftier goals. I suppose the universal idea here is that I would like to be better than what I am.

In what country would you like to live?
I’m rather happy living in the United States currently. I suppose that, if I wanted a change, the first factor in a decision would be to ensure that I spoke the language of where I lived, so that limits options quite a bit. England would be my instant choice, somewhere in the north of the country not too far from the hillocks of Scotland. Without the barrier of language, I would have to choose Japan. There is a culture that knows what respect and honor truly are.

What is your favorite color?
Blue, I suppose. I appreciate most natural tones, but I find myself using and wearing blue the most often.

What is your favorite flower?
This would be a three-way tie between a dahlia, an orchid, and a lotus. They are delicate yet complex flowers that demonstrate how simple nature isn’t.

What is your favorite bird?
I like ravens, not for the most obvious literary reference, but for the mythology surrounding ravens in Norse lore. Odin was followed by two ravens, one named “Hugin” (thought) and one named “Munin” (memory). Since I learned that interesting tidbit, ravens have always had a mystical quality to me.

Who are your favorite prose writers?
Ray Bradbury, Isaac Asimov, J.R.R. Tolkien, Terry Goodkind, Michael Crichton, J.K. Rowling, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Orson Scott Card, Douglas Adams, Michael Stackpole, Timothy Zahn, Arthur C. Clark, Carl Sagan, John Steinbeck, Henry David Thoreau, Harper Lee, Ken Kesey, H.G. Wells, James Joyce, Oliver Sacks, Robert Heinlein, and C.S. Lewis, just to name a few. I have to admit, though, that it required me to do a few internet searches to remind me of all of the authors I’ve ever admired. I’m sure to have missed some.

Who are your favorite poets?
Ogden Nash, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Maya Angelou, Shel Silverstein, and Walt Whitman; obviously I’m more drawn to prose.

Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
It varies depending on what I’ve read lately, but right now I’d have to say Bean from Ender’s Shadow by Orson Scott Card. Even though, as the title implies, he is largely overshadowed by Ender, he’s a perfect example of the unlikely and unsung hero.

Who are your favorite heroines of fiction?
I related well to Ellie Arroway, from Contact by Carl Sagan. The character thinks in very much the same way I do, perhaps without the brilliance of Carl Sagan’s intellect.

Who are your favorite composers?
I have always liked Tchaikovsky when in the right mood. Mozart or Vivaldi does well in a pinch. As for modern composers, I prefer John Williams.

Who are your favorite painters?
I appreciate M.C.Escher, Salvador Dali, and Vincent Van Gogh. I’m not very well educated about art history, though.

Who are your heroes in real life?
I have to admire the creativity and wit of Neil Gaiman, to master so many different forms of literature (mainstream fantasy, children’s literature, and graphic novels). I also appreciate Michael Crichton’s ability to turn some bizarre concept into a very realistic story (or, in one case, turn a very real story into a bizarre reality). Outside of literature, though, names mean very little as many of my heroes and influences come from my very own family, who amaze me every day with how much I am loved despite my stark oddities. Chief among those is my wife, who continues to amaze me every day.

Who are your favorite heroines of history?
I suppose that by stating “of history,” that I should stick to women who have made notable mention for themselves. That is rather difficult for me, as much of history is male-dominated due to the chauvinistic quality of dominant cultures. On the other hand, it would be just as difficult for me to choose a male figure from history. If I must choose a favorite, then, I must choose Rosa Parks. She is the very embodiment of a strong woman who stood (or perhaps sat) by her principles in the face of adversity.

What are your favorite names?
I once invented a character named “Kallistrate.” It’s Greek for “beautiful soldier.” I’ve always thought that Greek names have poetry to them. Then there’s my daughter’s name, Adelei Rhiannon. A little bit of German, a little bit of English.

What is it you most dislike?
There are so many things to choose from. I suppose most of them can be encompassed within “close-mindedness.” A closed-minded person is intolerant, inconsiderate, and quite often ignorant. How could a person be considered wise if they refuse to learn about other people, other cultures, or to even consider ideas that are different from the ones they are accustomed to?

What historical figures do you most despise?
At the risk of omitting the obvious answer of “Hitler,” I’d like to mention King Henry the VIII, who is deserving of more expletives than the English tongue can supply.

What event in military history do you most admire?
The defeat of the Spanish Armada by the fleets of Queen Elizabeth undoubtedly changed the course of history during that era, much less marked the end of a long and bloody war.

What reform do you most admire?
Amidst all of the reforms that politicians enjoy debating, the one reform I would love to see is political reform. We have lost the sense of true representation in Congress, and our representatives continually pat themselves on the back by giving themselves raises despite an unstable economy, keeping in mind the fact that our representatives are independently wealthy and do not truly need the money. The central problem is that the government no longer has any fear of its populace. They instead act like doting guardians who decide what’s good and what’s not good for us without actually polling their constituents. It’s a sad state, really.

What natural gift would you most like to possess?
Some birds actually have a small deposit of metal at the end of their beaks, giving them a perfect sense of direction. Those birds also have an uncanny sense of navigation, so that they can always find their way to a specific place if they so choose. I think I’d rather like that. I could hike off-trail whenever I pleased without the need to check my compass or calculate my position.

How would you like to die?
When I die, I would like it to be with the confidence and satisfaction of a life well-lived. There are some who say that when you are well-known, your essence will live as long as your memory survives. If I accomplish my goal, I may then be able to achieve a sort of immortality. That would give me satisfaction. Having confidence in those final moments, however, depends on me being a good husband and father. To take the question to a different idea, I think I would like to die in a manner that doesn’t let me linger for long. If it happens too quickly, it’s seen as something horrible and tragic. If it happens slowly, then I will lose all of my dignity in the process. With the right amount of time, I can make my funeral the celebration of life that I’d like it to be.

What is your present state of mind?
Due to feeling slightly ill, I’m not as chipper as I usually am at this time of day. I’m happy to nearly be done with the current school session since I am taking the next one off. I’m excited to be approaching my second year of NaNoWriMo, which I’ll probably fail due to having a busier day-to-day life. Also, I’m simply happy to always have someone to come home to for a nice weekend off.

To what faults do you feel most indulgent?
I’m prone to long “binges” of video games. It doesn’t help that I own a game that allows me to participate in a twenty-four hour race. I used to play these kinds of games constantly. Now that I have a family of my own, though, I get perhaps one or two chances in a month to play, which is sad; my Wii looks sweet on the high-def.

What is your motto?
You can never go where you already are, and you can never lose what you’ve never had. I usually say this to people who tell me that I’m crazy.

26 May 2009

The Thirty-Something Freshman

The good news is that I've kept to my goal of 1200 words a week.  The bad news is that I didn't work on any of my own projects.  In between work and school, I managed that 1200 goal without penning a single word of fiction.  I don't know what that says about me.  On one hand, I have my priorities straight, but on the other, I'm not living up to what I want to do.

And school work, that's been extremely confusing.  I did my History work and then didn't submit it correctly.  Then, this morning, I checked on my English assignment to discover that last Friday, I had completed the assignment that was due today.  That would normally be good news, but the element I missed there was that I didn't do what was due on Friday.  So, twice now, I've managed to do the right thing in precisely the wrong manner and order.

School is nothing like I remember it.  Back in my youth, I made a run at attending college, enough to get a few weeks of classes in before I decided it wasn't for me, and the classes I took then are nothing compared to the intensity of the classes I'm taking now.  It's much more demanding than I could have ever anticipated.

So, I'm off to complete another assignment horridly early.  I may as well, since I had planned this entire day for schoolwork.

13 May 2009

The Forge Sputtered, But The Fire's Still Lit

What's going on? I'll tell you what's going on!

Not very much at all.

I can no longer blame my lack of writing on having a baby around the house, new schoolwork to pay attention to (here I am, the31-year-old-freshman), an ever-evolving job, or even laziness. I don't blame it on anything, actually. I just need to get that drive back from when I was doing NaNoWriMo. I'd like to finish the story I have, even if it's a sloppy thrown-together ending for ending's sake. It'll be, as other authors have written in the past, an ending of convenience. The kicker is that I really don't think that it's ready for an ending, and I really have no idea where it's trying to go. A few pieces have been moved into place, so I have a decent idea for what's going on ingeneral, yet what I need to do is dedicate myself to at least, at the VERY least, is two hours of writing a week. From that two hours, I should expect no less than 1200 words.

Problem number one is that I have at least two stories floating around in near-subconscious that demand to be conceived. And, in the slow times at work, I consider them. I could try to write two at once, since it seemed to work well for Orson Scott Card, but since I'm having problems focusing on one right now, doubling my casual workload doesn't seem to be a viable solution.

Problem number two is that I keep on thinking about what could have been. I've learned that 6 novels have been published as fruit of NaNoWriMo, and one of these is being developed into a major motion picture; Water for Elephants, in case you were wondering, is the title of that book. That's right, already. It barely took them 4 months to go from rough draft to publication, and here I haven't even queried an agent. Not that they all were going through the same process as me,mind you. I'm perfectly aware of the odds that a small-press writer who already has an agent might be attracted to doing NaNoWriMo. Those odds are 100%, since I saw them on the forums boasting that they're going for one hundred thousand words, one hundred fifty thousand words, or even two hundred thousand words this year. Those people probably already had agents, or at least contracts with publishing houses. Then, I'm sure that at least two of that number were vanity-published.


Now I'm starting to worry that by the time I've learned enough to get a book on the shelves, books won't sit on shelves anymore. They'll sit on little hard drives in computers, iPods, and digital readers. Amazon has released a new version of their Kindle, and Sony is sure to strike back with an improvement to their Reader Digital Book. Those digital facsimiles just aren't the same thing to me. They lack the solid weight of a book, the secure feeling that this object is heavily affected by gravity. I want to make something that people buy and perhaps absently think to themselves "If I drop this, it may cause a loud sound, or even might damage my toe." No digital download ever caused a bruise. I want bruises! I want the abject curiosity of stumbling across my own book in a bookstore and smiling because I've used a pseudonym and foregone the author's tradition of posting pictures of themselves on the back cover.That's right, all of the things I've done on this blog like use my real name and post a picture won't be on a book! You don't know, maybe I have published and am composing all of this as a delightful ruse before I light out in my Audi A6 to my next private book signing. My agent said that Oprah's people are going to be there, you know.

Here's wishing anyways. Oprah has made more bad authors more famous than most good authors could ever hope for. Too many superlatives?That's too bad, since I've held many an exclamation back from that statement.

Should I use a pseudonym? Should I just take a picture of a fedora and say that's me on the reverse of the book? Should I conduct extensive drop studies to see what dropping method results in the least bruising?All of these are questions that I want to ask myself, but for some reason I've been unwilling to do the work that it requires.

It isn't for a lack of effort, either. The Spartanburg Spark listed an interest in starting a zine, in the old traditional way, and had solicited their various followers for people who would be willing to donate time and effort towards getting their first edition out. I've heard no word as of yet, but an agreement would be nice. It'd be even better if I could lock in some sort of part-time writing gig. That would teach me what I can do.

There are, by the way, twelve hundred words in this post. I'm doing that on purpose, just to prove that I can do it on a normal basis, and that's just being done during a slow day at work. Not proof for you,mind you, but proof for me; to show me that it's not that hard, really,to produce 1200 words in the course of a week. Terry Pratchett usually promises himself 800 words a day, which would come to 4,000 words in a month provided that he laid off for the weekend, which I doubt. He probably does much more than that, even if the small stature of many of his novels wouldn't suggest a mind towards having high word counts. It makes me think that he's kidding when he sets himself such a low goal(read the authors' notes in Good Omens if you're wondering what I'm talking about).

Or, at least, he didn't. Equal Rites is a smallish book, clocking in at65,447 words. His more recent books have easily doubled on that, or quite possibly tripled, but it's impossible for me to tell since I can't manage to find what the word count is on those kinds of books.

Indeed,NaNoWriMo seems to have caused a storm among writers-to-be who want to compare themselves against the lower limits of word counts in reputably published literature.

Now that I'm thinking about it, though, why try to close this novel off so quickly? Why try to limit myself to the minimum I can manage while accomplishing my goal. I'm already over 60,000. Why not go for100,000? It might take me the rest of this year to accomplish that, but it's not impossible. Most certainly not, since it would take me at least another 10,000 before I really got back into the drive of the story. Plus, I'm already halfway there. It would be awesome if I could wrap it up and hand it over to my wife for proofing during November while I'm pushing myself into a new project for NaNoWriMo 2009. On the other hand, after our experience last year, she might not appreciate me attempting another run at it this year.

Look at me, I'm wasting time doing this and I've now surpassed myself-induced blog goal of 1200 words. Just barely, but it's there. Go ahead, check. It's time to stop dithering and find another method to make myself appear to be busy at something.

13 April 2009

Part-Time

Here's the thing I've realized the last time I looked at my old NaNo WriMo project.  I have no idea where I was going, or what I was thinking.  There's one of those pieces of dialogue in there where the main character makes a realization and only barely hints at what it is, giving only one clue, in order to keep the reader in suspense about what the main character's thoughts were.  Only now, he's kept me in the dark as well.

It's the penalty I pay for allowing myself to go so long without writing, editing, or at the very least reviewing what I have written.  If writing were my part-time job, I'd have fired myself.  Since I can't, though, I'm going to have to trudge my way through this.  Wish me luck!