A Little Off the Sides.

So, I’m scribbling furiously on the “collaboration” I’m doing with the kid. Still having a ball. And I think I’m keeping it inside a reasonable word count right out of the gate this time.

On the other writing front, I finally went back to my own book, my opus, my four-book arc project.  And I’m editing it.  Actually, I’m halving it.  It’s actually a bit depressing how easy it has been so far to trim all that extraneous fat (I didn’t do a good job in the writing! Would that my own fat were so easy to eliminate!) but I definitely see the wisdom in letting something sit for a while before you go back and look at it again.

Because of that, I’m putting off my goal of pitching the book to 365 agents in 365 days.  I’ll still do it, but not til I’ve got a leaner, meaner word count.

Meanwhile, because reading makes one a better writer, I’m just wrapping up the Dark Materials trilogy. It’s interesting to read books from a writerly perspective, as opposed to just looking at a ripping good yarn.  I can see tools and tricks he used, and I can still enjoy the story — and I can sort of chuckle at the anti-religious slant. The part I don’t get is where he lapses into political descriptions and philosophizing. I’m curious how his editing process went on those pages.I mean, there was more than one occasion in my reading where I had to re-read several paragraphs to figure out what he was talking about, and I’m pretty sure no kid under the age of 17 had a prayer of comprehending what the hell he was talking about. Did he and the publisher debate whether to dumb it down? Did they think kids would understand? Or did they just figure kid readers could skip over the dense parts and figure it out later? Is it a layers thing, where adults read one story and kids read another? All things to chew on.

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A Lame Excuse

Part of writing is the ability to convey and communicate experiences.

In order to do that, you need either a vivid imagination, or to have actually had some experiences.

I’m working on the former and seeking out the latter.  Which means I won’t be writing here til the new year. See you in a couple weeks.

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Look. It. Up.

My day job is keeping me stupid busy, but it has inspired today’s tip: If you don’t know for sure and certain what a word means, for God’s sake, either dig out your dictionary or use a word you do know in copy that anyone else will see.

Tantamount does not mean the same thing as paramount.

A pyrrhic victory is not one that ends in a tie.

Arcane does not mean the same thing as peripheral.

And so on.

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Unhealthy Obsession

I tend to think about writing a lot. More than I actually write, probably.

And then I get sick, and I don’t think about anything except groaning and panting.

Right now, I am on the mend. So I am back to thinking.

But I’m not ready to do much writing yet.  Certainly not writing about writing.  So I’ll see y’all in a bit.

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Proust Vs. the DVR.

I’m a little jealous of my kid.  His is a pretty heedless scramble through life. Not much planning, not much foresight, not much consideration of consequences, just bouncing from A to B to C as events occur.

The consequences occasionally come back to bite him, of course.  But there might be some method I could extract from the madness.

His storytelling adheres to this ultra-linear model, though admittedly his choice of detail still has that little-kid slant to the weirdly irrelevant.  “We got up super early to go to the beach, and there was a bug in the back seat and I ate a granola bar and then we got there and then we came home.”

He rarely makes the other typical little kid mistake: “I saw this movie where there were these two guys, and one was in jail, and then he got out, and then they visited a nun, and then they went to a church, and then they went to a diner, and then they went to a music store, and then they put on a concert, and … oh, I left out the part where they went to the hotel lounge and the shopping mall and their apartment blew up … and then there was a big chase scene and then they were in jail, Tha End … oh, except they also rode in an elevator.”

I hope my writing falls somewhere between these two extremes.  I’m afraid it trends more toward the latter.  I write long, I write rambly, I write hyper-detailed descriptions of car crashes.  Then I go back and read what I wrote and realize I forgot to mention whether anyone was hurt.

I’m not sure what makes one person wax rhapsodic while another writes stereo instructions.  I’m not sure one is better than the other, when it comes to literature. I do know I want Hemingway telling me how to program my DVR, not Proust. (Of course, Hemingway would probably get drunk and break the DVR, so maybe not.)

I do know my writing changes from the first draft to the third. So maybe I need to work on the distillation process before I start typing.  Run the plot through the Kid Filter, as it were.

Or, I could just shut up and write.  Probably better to get on with it.

What is your writing style?

 

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When Did Sitting Down Become a Big Effing Deal?

I’ve read at least five things in the past three days where the writer/blogger/emcee/whatever the hell used the construction, “Joe Blow sat down to talk with us/take a test/eat dinner.”

Google gave me 3,950,000 hits when I searched the phrase “sat down to talk with us.” Really, people?

As opposed to what? Who comes in and conducts an interview standing up? Or maybe the person in question just got out of traction, so they’re very excited to be able to sit?

Just stop it.  “Joe Blow talked to us. Jane Doe took a test.”  Move on.

 

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Random Holiday Observations

Two well-written Christmas offerings:

1: In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash: Technically, the best of the holiday writing from this went into the film A Christmas Story, which remains my favorite holiday movie despite overexposure every Christmas day for most-if-not-all the years my kid has walked this earth.  The rhythm and the imagery are amazing. You can watch the movie with your eyes closed and envision the whole thing — though I wouldn’t miss one of Darren McGavin’s eyebrow twitches for all the money.

2: A Visit From St. Nicholas:  Seriously, does anyone write like this anymore? I still get goosebumps when I hear “More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came…”  Yes, poetry requires a lot more polishing and every single word choice matters, but this one is a time-honored tradition for a good reason — and it sounds just as good read out loud as it sounds in one’s own head.  True love.

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Fear and Ignorance

(Props to those who recognize what that’s from.)

So in my last post I lamented that I hadn’t really written anything not aimed at whoring myself out in one capacity or another.  I rectified that; I wrote yesterday.

I’m 5,000 words in on a targeted 20,000 word middle-grade novel.  My kid is my target audience, and so far he’s said he wants to keep reading, so I figure I’m on the right track.

And yet …

Today I read an agent’s wish list on Facebook. And I started wondering about what I’m writing.

Part of the hard thing about writing fiction is that there are so many different avenues you can take with a story.  I set out with a plot, a goal, a voice and an audience in mind.

And then I think, “But this story would be so much cooler if I could write it with some older, sexier, darker subtext. That guy should really WANT that girl, and not get her. Can I write that into middle-grade fiction? Pretty sure my kid doesn’t get the whole unrequited love concept. Nope, take it out.  Or should I just start writing the other version? Can I write the same book twice, from two different perspectives?”

And then I think, “Bah. I can’t even get one book published. Why would I write two of the same thing?”

And then I think, “You know, this story would be so much more saleable if I say they are all vampires.”

And then I think, “Perhaps I should stop writing and go eat some cake. Like, forever.”

And then I sigh and go back to Plan A.  Because I like Plan A.  I think it’s got legs.  Or at least a captive audience of one who will read it if I bribe him with chicken nuggets.

I just wish I knew someone who actually worked in the business who could tell me whether I’m right.

As a journalist, I know reporters are supposed to cover the things they think are important. I know that newspapers run what editors think should be known, not just what people want to see.  I know that if “give ’em what they want” was the guiding principle, there wouldn’t be many stories about water board meetings or fiscal policy or what have you.  Or those stories would run, but they’d require a tie-in to Katy Perry. (Is she still trending, or has her time passed?)

As a “writer” I know I’ve been told to write what I want/know/love.  To write my story, not the story I think will sell.

So, OK, fine.  But here’s thing: Doesn’t everyone want their story to sell? How do you untangle that knot,  O Editors?

Meh.  Back to writing for my audience of one.  There’s some satisfaction in that.

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Writing Contests

I’ve only been poking around for a short while regarding writing contests.  So far, most of the ones I’ve found require some sort of cash outlay or else a massive lobbying effort to get God and Everyone to vote for your particular offering.

Those aren’t writing contests.  Those are fundraisers and popularity contests.

That’s not to say the outfits that do such things aren’t legit. I’m sure (most of them) are. And I guess the ones that require an entry fee are just defraying the costs of the execution and prize.  Fair enough.  The ones with the voting are a bit sillier, in my opinion. It’s sort of stupid to call it a WRITING contest.  Writing isn’t what’s being judged. The voters aren’t going through and reading all 4500 entries before going, “Ahh, this one! This is the diamond in the dung heap!”   They’re usually clicking a link from a friend, or a friend of a friend, and rallying to a cause.

(I probably say this because I’m bitter. There are still two weeks of voting in the one of these I fell into, and I’m in a respectable-yet-demoralizing 42nd place out of  398.  I have 125 votes.  I don’t see any way of catching the leader, who currently has more than 400. So, yeah.  On the plus side, in this particular contest, the editors will also pick some entries, so there’s a second chance at grace.)

Anyway, this contest business is all a bit too much like trolling for an agent.  You throw something out into the universe, you pray for a response, and if you’re really persistent and really lucky, you win.

OK, so here’s the new approach: You enter contests and send queries for the practice.  Instead of spending a week writing something and then a month begging everyone you know to vote for it, just toss it on the heap and see if anyone stumbles over it.  (Odds are not good, since pretty much everyone at the site is probably only there to vote for someone else already. But still.) Instead of writing a query and sending it off with minor tweaks to 100 different agents, write the query 100 different ways.  I’ve tried this, and I think my query has vastly improved over the past three iterations.

I kind of miss non-commercial writing, but I’m sure I’ll find time for it again at some point.

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Another Contest

As stated yesterday, I’m in the throes of a popularity contest posing as a shot at publishing, so I’m spending a lot of time agonizing over that.  However, this right here’s a pretty cool contest.  I mean, seriously, the prize includes a Dr. Who T-shirt.  What more could you want? A LOTR box set?  OK, they threw that in too.  Plus other stuff that all you cool people have heard of. Besides, I just love the premise of the contest.  So, yeah.  Go for it! I might!

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