Thursday, March 16, 2006

Theme Music for SF Fans

Weekend Assignment #103: List the songs you'd play to kick a party into gear. You can choose up to five. And if you want to explain why those five, that's good too. It can of course, be any kind of music from any era -- and it can be any kind of party, too. Hey, it's your party. You're in charge of the jukebox, my friend.

Extra Credit: Name the song to play to start winding down the party.


Hmm. This is kind of a left field entry for me - somebody's else's left field, not the home team's. I don't throw parties very often, and when I have, it's always been a holiday party of some sort for Whovians and suchlike. Science fiction media fans, in my experience, tend to be more interested in what's on the tv than what's on the stereo. Consequently, I have never, to the best of my memory, played music at a party - except for whatever music happened to be on the soundtrack of the videos I popped in.

With that in mind, I present soundtrack music for an sf media party:

Journey of the Sorcerer - The Eagles. This banjo-and-orchestra instrumental has been the theme music for The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, ever since the original radio show, all the way through to, well, the radio show. Yes, it was also in the BBC tv series, and there was a version of the song in that mostly awful 2005 film; but 2005 also saw the last series of Hitchhiker's on BBC Radio. That's a more fitting capper to the franchise - and the song - than somebody's cover of the song for the film. It also makes a good intro/warm up to an sf party.

Back in Time - Huey Lewis & the News. One of two Huey Lewis songs from the Back to the Future soundtrack, Back in Time is just a good 80s rocker, and more referential to the film than the hit, The Power of Love. I love it when Huey says, "Get back, Marty."

Fate's Wide Wheel - Scott Bakula. If you're a leaper, you probably love this track; otherwise you've probably never heard of it. Written by Velton Ray Bunch, with uncredited lyrics by Chris Ruppenthal, it's from the Quantum Leap episode "Glitter Rock." A more complete version was later recorded for the Quantum Leap soundtrack CD. I once made a music video of the short version, played through twice; but that was several VCRs ago, and the videotape won't play the dubbed music track any more. Scott really doesn't have a heavy metal voice, but he pulls off this power ballad quite well.

Doctorin' the TARDIS - The Timelords (a.k.a. the KLF). This is a Doctor Who-themed version of the Gary Glitter song Rock & Roll, Part 2. I've actually heard it on the local NPR station a few times.

Buffy Theme - The Breeders. This is a kick-butt version of the Nerf Herder song that begins each episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. John gave it to me for my iPod, and I like it a lot.

If my guests would let me, I'd follow all this with all the music from the Buffy episode "Once More with Feeling," from the CD of the same name. I love, love, love Joss Whedon's songs from the "Buffy Musical" episode, including The Mustard. The entire lyric of that song, sung by producer David Fury, is as follows:

They got the mustard out!
They got the mustard out!

Who wouldn't love a heavy metal rant against bunnies, or a "book number" with wordplay like this:

When things get rough, he
Just hides behind his Buffy.
Now look, he's getting huffy
'Cause he knows that I know.

I frequently play this entire soundtrack (excluding the scores from other episodes) on my iPod. I did it just today, in fact.

Yes, I know: where's Also Sprach Zarathustra? Where's the original Star Trek theme? My answer: Eh. We might get to them in the course of the evening, but they're not my favorites. However, I do have a Kunzel/Cincinnati Symphony CD of sf themes, including those two. It was the first CD I ever bought. On the other hand, I don't even own any of the Star Wars soundtracks.

Extra Credit: Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World ends the Hitchhiker's series beautifully. It may as well end this hypothetical party, too. And if people don't leave after that, I'll play clips of Angel (David Boreanaz) singing off-key karaoke for Lorne at Caritas.

Oh, by the way, we don't have a stereo set up, except for our two iPods and the speakers and amp for the tv. So what I can't play on DVD, I'll play on the computer using iTunes. That's okay, isn't it?

Karen

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Deliberate Obfuscation

Blogger has been less than cooperative for the last 24 hours or so, especially with respect to this particular blog. I've waited ten minutes for this page to load, and watched as photos that were already visible actually disappeared from view toward the end, and stayed gone until the next reload. I've had the Publish status hang up at 43% or even 0% for a couple of minutes at a time. Even at work, where I can normally get my blog to load almost instantaneously when it's time to take a break, Blogger-related pages would hang for several minutes, doing nothing in particular.

Well, such is the blogging life. Sometimes technology goes glitchy for a bit, and we realize we've been taking stuff for granted. Tomorrow it will probably be all back to normal. Doesn't matter anyway, because have nothing to say tonight. Nothing much happened today worth blogging about.

Actually, there is one thing I could tell you about, if I could tell you about it, which I can't. Since last Friday or so I've been involved in a whole big email thing at Unnamed Largish Company, the nature of which I can't divulge here. Ironically, the source of the stress for me was that people a lot higher on the food chain than I am wanted me to be less scrupulous about confidentiality than I legitimately needed to be.

No, I don't work for the government - or even Raytheon.

I'm concerned that the large number and size of the pictures I've been uploading since getting my new camera are partly responsible for my horrible page loading on dialup. I'm not willing to post an entry with no illustration at all, however, so I'm going to choose a photo for you now. I hope it loads properly this time! This was one of the photos I originally took for the Signs challenge, before I thought of the church-related signs. The idea was that this is a sign that communicates very little out of context. Why is there a star on it? 1 what? And who actually needs to see this sign to know what is being communicated?

Karen

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

The Sign in My Closet

Here we go with another Round Robin Photo Challenge! The topic this time, as provided by Kimberleigh of I Shaved My Legs for This?, is "Signs."



The sign in the photo above doesn't look like anything special, does it? Covered up as it is right now, with a plastic banner advertising the day school, it appears to be nothing but a commercial sign. But if you were to pull off that banner, and peel back layers of paint, you would find something very different. Pastor John R. Smith of St. Michael's calls it the "prophetic sign." The school banner will be down soon, and the prophetic sign will again broadcast its message to passersby.

If you've been reading this blog for a while, you may have noticed that I don't write about politics very much. Doing so properly would require a level of research I really don't have time for. And if I did write about it, someone would inevitably disagree with me. Then there would be arguments and harangues and debates, and I'd have to marshall even more facts for a follow-up entry, and...no. Sorry. It's not worth it to me. So let's just say that I'm a lifelong Democrat, I usually agree with Carly's political entries, and George W. Bush annoys and depresses me. Got it? Good. Now we can move on, to another subject I'm always nervous about covering - religion. And fair warning: politics are going to sneak in here a little bit, too.

About nine years ago, I decided that I was never going to figure out what I believed about God if I mostly ignored the subject outside of my nightly prayers. At the time I was reading non-fiction by Madeleine L'Engle, who for many years was writer-in-residence at an Episcopal cathedral in New York. The Episcopal / Anglican tradition came across in her work as pretty much everything I liked about the Roman Catholic Church, minus everything that had driven me away from Catholicism many years before. Besides, there was an Episcopal church just a couple of miles away from me. So I went there one Sunday. I've been going to St. Michael's ever since.

The reason I had noticed St. Michael and All Angels Church in the first place was that it had a sign out front that I liked. It was a line drawing in black paint of a man, a woman, a baby and a donkey, presumably the Holy Family fleeing to Egypt. Next to the picture were the words, "Jesus was a refugee." That sign made me like St. Michael's even before I drove into its parking lot for the first time.

But that's not the only message "The Church with the Sign," as it's sometimes called, has had on its famous sign. Back in the 1980s, before "Jesus was a refugee," the sign said, "It's a sin to build a nuclear bomb." For the Jubilee Year in 2000, it exhorted us to ask governments and other institutions to "Forgive the debts of the poorest countries." And since 2003 or 2004, possibly a little earlier, the sign has depicted a long line of children of many ethnicities. It says, "Either we are all God's children - or no one is."

The sign in 2004.

Illegal immigration is a big issue in Tucson, which is about 100 kilometers from the Mexico border at Nogales. Every year, roughly a thousand people die in the Arizona desert, trying to get to a better life in the Land of Opportunity. If the heat and dehydration don't kill them, they are often victimized by "coyotes," people who smuggle immigrants in for money. At the first sign of trouble, coyotes tend to abandon their clients in the wilderness, or in the back of an overcrowded, unventilated truck. What do they care if some of the people don't arrive alive? The coyotes already have their money.

This is why a number of churches around Southern Arizona support organizations that try to save the lives of these people, most of whom are here to take jobs that few Norte Americanos would want, especially at day labor wages. Groups like No More Deaths don't encourage people to sneak into the country; but they don't want the border crossers to die, either. So volunteers set up and maintain water stations, clean up trash along migrant routes, and administer first aid. This is all done in uneasy cooperation with the U.S. Border Patrol. The volunteers do not help the border crossers establish illegal residency, but they do render humanitarian aid.

Once in a while, though, humanitarian efforts clash with governmental ones. From the No More Deaths website:

Shanti and Daniel Fight Humanitarian Aid Charges

No More Deaths volunteers, Shanti Sellz and Daniel Strauss, both 23, were arrested by the U.S. Border Patrol for medically evacuating 3 people in critical condition from the 105-degree Arizona desert in July 2005.

Shanti and Daniel were following the protocol of NMD training (acknowledged by NMD and US Border Patrol) by consulting medical professionals who advised them to evacuate the critically ill men to a medical facility, and then consulting a NMD attorney who approved the evacuation.

A pro bono attorney for Shanti and Daniel spoke at St. Michael's several months ago about their case. After church, she handed out lawn signs that said, "Humanitarian Aid Is Never A Crime." I certainly agree with those words, so at her urging, I took a sign home, although I explained that I would want to consult with my husband before putting it up. She told me to take one anyway, so I did - and put it in my closet.


As of last night, the sign was still in my closet, although John had raised no objection to having it in our front yard. Unlike the woman who is currently in trouble with her homeowner's association for displaying a Support Our Troops sign, I was worried about ticking off the neighborhood association or individual neighbors. Go ahead. Call me a moral coward. I'll probably agree with you. But we get neighbors anonymously reporting us to the city if the grass gets long, the pool gets dirty, or water leaks from a burst pipe. And people just don't have a lot of signs or banners up around here, unless you count the occasional flag --U.S., P.O.W./M.I.A., or Dale Earnhardt.

But in the past week or two, I've noticed that a few neighbors do have signs on their lawns - not just any signs, but this sign:




So I asked John if he would mind if I put up mine. He said he'd never had any objection in the first place, and to put it up if I want to. "Not that it will accomplish anything," he added, "except to alleviate your guilt."


I don't really believe that, so this afternoon I went home at lunch, and put up the sign. Here it is. And here it stays, for a while at least. The trial of the NMD volunteers, previously set for January and then April, has now been postponed indefinitely.

Karen

Now go see what other signs the Round Robins have to show you:

Kimberleigh - I Shaved My Legs For This?

Karen - Outpost Mâvarin POSTED!

Carly - Ellipsis...Suddenly Carly POSTED!

Sara - Animated Seasons POSTED!

Sassy- Sassy's EYE POSTED!

T.J. - Photo Inclusions: Every Picture Tells A Story POSTED!

Kat - prima luce POSTED!

Derek - Derek's Picture of the Day pending
and Through My Eyes POSTED!

Ann Marie - Poetic Justice

Nancy - Nancy Luvs Pix POSTED!

Julie - Julie's Web Journal POSTED!

Dorn - Through the Eyes of the Beholder POSTED!

Betty- My Day My Interests POSTED!

Patrick - Patrick's Portfolio ADDED!

And yes, you're invited to join in with your own sign pictures. Check out the Round Robin Photo Challenge blog for details. And be sure to check the Round Robin blog this Thursday to find out what the next challenge will be.- KFB

Monday, March 13, 2006

Tuffy, Zoom!

Your Monday Photo Shoot: Get a shot of your pets at play. A new shot is good, or if you have an older shot (that you haven't already used for an earlier photo shoot), that's good too. Humans can be in the picture, but it can also be of your pet (or pets) by themselves. The important thing is to catch them at play.

Note the window, smudged from the constant
application of a dog's nose to the glass.


Tuffy doesn't really play very much. She's afraid of balloons, doesn't care for rawhide or toys, seldom chases her tail, and has no other dog to roughhouse with. Poor Tuffy! The highlights of her day are watching the street, the front yard and the driveway from "her" window, greeting us with yelps and whimpers when we get home (mostly because we'll probably give her a dog biscuit, but also because she feels more secure with us around), and checking out the back yard, from which other dogs can be heard, telling of someone or something in the alleyway.

You aren't leaving, Karen, are you?

I don't go in the back yard much, because it's ugly and inhospitable, and usually hot. When I do go out there, Tuffy gets all excited. Usually she starts running back and forth, playing the one game she does occasionally indulge in. I call it Zoom.

Check it out! Tuffy's a ghost dog!
You can see through her!
This is really because the camera
started to expose the concrete
and the fence before Tuffy
ran into the shot.


I egg her on, bowing in my version of doggie body language (meaning, "let's play"), running a few steps myself, sometimes making a grab for her, calling out, "Zoom, Tuffy, zoom!" She runs away, turns around, runs toward me and past me. We especially like to do this after she has a bath. I grab a towel and try to towel her off as she goes by. Sometimes I play matador with the towel.

Tuffy leaps past me! Zoom, Tuffy, zoom!

These photos are from today. Tuffy was dry, but glad enough to get excited when I came out back. She knew I would reward her with dog biscuits when it was all over.

Dog biscuit?

Karen

Sunday, March 12, 2006

More Ranting About Writing


This image has nothing to do with tonight's entry. I just like it. It's the view in my side mirror on my way home from church this afternoon. This shows the first and only major snow on Mount Lemmon this winter, courtesy of yesterday's storm. Down here in the valley, we only got wind and rain.

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Pat (DesLily) did a follow-up entry today about writers versus "career writers" versus authors, and you know I just can't shut up about a subject I care about it until I've pretty much covered it to death. So here we go again! She seizes on some comments I made about the quality of written work and asks,

I just wonder how one knows it's of a quality likely to attract readers? I think we can all agree that, similar to a movie or a painting, the attractiveness is in the eye of the beholder. So.. just because "I" like it doesn't really mean it is a quality others will be attracted to. So how does one know?

I replied in comments:

Yes, it's all subjective, up to a point. Nevertheless, there are minimum standards that any literate person will notice if they are not met. I've read passages by writer wannabes that are chock full of bad grammar, bad punctuation, atrocious spelling (not typos, but the sort where you can tell the person doesn't know what the right spelling is, or that they should have looked it up), wrong words, run-on sentences, and so on. Sometimes you can't even tell what the person meant to say. Their stories often wander and make no sense, with no plot structure to speak of, no conflict and bad continuity. Often they're Mary Sues, in which the impossibly perfect, idealized version of the author saves the day. Yet such people often believe that their every word is golden, and that if no major publisher wants them it must be discrimination, or lack of the right connections. So they pay to have their books published, and call themselves authors.

But if you have a good grasp of such fundamentals, you can probably tell that your work isn't total dreck. The next step is to farm it out to beta readers, people you can trust to say, "This bit doesn't make sense," or "Your dialogue doesn't ring true," or "You need to work in more description," as well as all the positive things. Consider each suggestion carefully, and decide whether changes really need to be made or whether it's a personal taste issue. Polish. If the beta readers say it's great, and problem-free, then you can subject your word-child to the ultimate test: submission somewhere. A rejection doesn't mean it's bad, but a acceptance goes a long way toward validating it as having met professional standards.


Pat goes on to tell about a self-anointed "career writer" whose only writing included the unpaid publication of a story she sent to an actor in her teens, followed by years and years of writing in private journals. Pat asks, "Did she really have claim to the title of career writer?"

My reply:

As for your "career writer," this is clearly a case of inflated ego, not a writerly attitude. Career implies making a living as a writer, which this person did not remotely approach doing.

Was this person a writer? Certainly. She did a lot of writing. Was the work up to professional standards? Probably not. The story appeared in an unpaid market, probably as fan fiction, I'm guessing. The rest was not subjected to outside scrutiny at all. It may have been good stuff, but it certainly was not professional work, and the person did not make writing her career. She made it her hobby, nothing more. And that's fine, as long as you don't claim a level of professionalism that this person claimed--and did not earn.

Pat writes,

I was never deterred from writing.. but from seeking an agent or publication. Probably because good is not good enough, neither is very good.. only excellence is accepted. (well, ya ain't gonna get it from someone who only got thru high school lol) Add to the fact that at my age I've had my fill of "not being good enough".. so the thought of the rejection letters sits a might uneasy.

The idea that "only excellence is accepted" is debatable. How many of us have tried to read a book, only to discover that it's poorly written? I've done that as recently as last week, when I read that No Frills Book: Science Fiction travesty. The fact that it was meant to be a parody of pulp / space opera cliches did not excuse the book's many shortcomings. It met whatever standard its publisher required, but no one, probably not even the story's author, would claim that the standard it met was one of excellence.

That said, it is true that a writer with no name recognition or track record needs to be at least as good as established writers to get professionally published, if not more so. A well-known name on a book will guarantee more copies sold than an unknown one, so the work needs to have other qualities to compensate. But that doesn't mean you have to outwrite a J. K. Rowling, a Robert Jordan or a Stephen King to get a shot.

On the rejection front, I admitted in comments that I know the emotional toll of this very well:

Yes, rejection letters hurt, especially if you're not thick-skinned about such things - and I'm not. It's hard not to take it personally, but you shouldn't.

A rejection slip means simply that on that particular day, the editor or publisher decided not to buy that particular work. Most of the time, you'll never know why this is the case. The budget and publishing schedule may mean that the editor can only buy six titles this year that aren't already contracted for - and yours would be the seventh. Or maybe the editor just bought a book about a pair or royal twins, and doesn't want to publish another one at this time. Or the first reader didn't care for the cover letter and first two pages, and didn't read any further. Or the book's tone is too serious or too silly for the editor's taste. Or the market is currently glutted with poorly-selling books in your particular book's subgenre. Or...well, you get the idea. Maybe the book really wasn't "good enough" by that particular publisher's standards, but that's not the only possible reason for the rejection.

Even if it is the reason, that doesn't necessarily mean that no other publisher would ever want it, or that you can't make the book better before sending it out again, or that you should give up writing for publication. The book has been rejected, by one publisher (or two, or five, or ten). That doesn't mean you personally have been rejected, or that you can never write anything worthwhile. One thing that everyone agrees about is that virtually all professional and semi-professional writers get work rejected. A Wrinkle in Time, the multi award-winning classic children's book by Madeleine L'Engle, was rejected by virtually every major publisher in existence at that time. It eventually sold because L'Engle met a publisher at a party, who loved the book so much in its uniqueness and challenging material that he bought it, even though he was sure it wouldn't sell. Fortunately for us all, he was wrong about that.

So I, for one, am willing to submit my book to publishers as often if I have to, despite a number of past rejections. I know the book is better than it was when it was rejected before, because I made it better. And if Tor doesn't think it's "good enough," I'll find someone who does. I hope!

Finally, Pat asks,

And if lightening only strikes once? And what is More? Is is writing in journals? Is it writing many letters? What if it's YEARS between writings because... maybe life has to bring the wisdom or the will or whatever it took to come out and write the first time??

and I reply:

More writing is more writing - and yes, blogging counts. I'm a better writer now that I was the day I started Musings. And I'm a MUCH better writer than I was the day I started work on the first book. There is no reason to think that you only had one story in you, and it's over, and every reason to think that more experience writing makes one a better writer.

Just consider what I've been doing for the last several years. I had the first draft of Mages 98% done - and then virtually abandoned it for over two years because I went back to school. During that time, my writing was almost entirely confined to formal essays for school, supplemented toward the end by blogging. Mages languished, but I got pretty good at the essays, which probably contributed to the quality of my online writing. I even learned some things in my schoolwork that I could apply to the prose in my fiction.

Research material

Back in the early 1990s, when Teresa Murray and I sold those articles to Starlog, most of my writing was for fanzines, primarily nonfiction. I eventually got bored with that, until writing about Quantum Leap became an excruciating chore. So what have I been doing most of today? Writing an article about the music of Quantum Leap, because I promised that I would. And you know what? It's not too bad - except that I've spent seven hours doing the research for three quarters of a page of prose.

Four or five hours of watching Quantum Leap yielded only three identifiable songs.

I feel a little guilty that I haven't done as much fiction writing recently as I'd like, but I know that I will get Mages under control, and I will write the sequel and prequel. I know because I've already written a book, and an incredibly long draft of a second one. There's no reason to think that I can't write more books, and do a slightly better job each time I do so.

What I don't believe for a moment is that someone who wrote one book, or a trilogy, is incapable of writing another one. The only exception would be if the person's one book is an autobiography, or if everything the person ever wanted to say is in that one volume. Even then, chances are excellent that someone who stops after one book has chosen to do so. Whatever ability got the person through the first book is still there - if the person cares to use it.

(Actually, reading Shelly's comment below, I must agree that I overstated this last point a bit. There could be a writer's block issue, emotional problems, physical health problems, and other legitimate reasons why someone stops writing after one book. My point, however, is that by and large, if someone stops after one book, it's because the person already said what he or she wanted to say. It's not because the person's talent or skill suddenly dissippated the moment the first book hit the stores.)

Karen

Saturday, March 11, 2006

A Six-Pack of Blogs for Writers

Editor Joe has asked for blog entries directing readers to a "six-pack" of blogs, preferably centered on some sort of theme. Joe did "B" blogs, and Scalzi did sf writers' blogs. Other people have covered other themes. I'm going to do blogs about writing, because that's where my head is at the moment, and I should be able to put together such an entry quickly, before I turn into a pumpkin.

The Write Stuff is our friend Shelly's writing blog, over on LiveJournal. Shelly is best known to J-Bloggers for Presto Speaks!, with all its helpful stuff about blogging, but I've been reading The Write Stuff ever since it was also called Presto Speaks! (Don't ask). Sometimes she just does entries listing named used by spammers, because they are often amusing, and can be used as character names. Other times she'll tell us about what's happening with her own writing, or write an in-depth essay about the writing process, or bad advice given to writers.



Making Light used to be entirely written (aside from comments) by Teresa Nielsen Hayden, an editor with Tor Books. These days there are also entries by her husband, editor Patrick Nielsen Hayden, in whose hands the fate of Heirs of Mâvarin currently lies. Jim Macdonald also contributes. The entries are not always about writing, editing and publishing, but many of them are. Currently on the front page you'll find entries about hamsters, amusing Dublin nicknames, prescription and non-prescription drugs, an attack on food warning labels, the use of uniformed military for partisan purposes (which is illegal), a question about vegans and chalk (this may be an open thread entry), FEMA, why perpetual copyright is a Bad Idea, a boneheaded attempt in Arizona to let students opt out of assignments they find "offensive," lyrics that can be sung to different tunes, the Hugo Awards, snow in Brooklyn, a predatory agency for screenwriters, and truthfulness in non-fiction. The discussion threads are long and lively and literary, with lots of writers hanging out there. Good stuff, and a certified time-sucker.

Writer's Edge, by Georganna Hancock, is about "English words, books and writing." Every day she has something interesting or helpful to writers, whether it's about e-books, press releases, the em-dash, the future of libraries, or weird new ways to do a book signing. In other words, it's chock full of tools for writers and bloggers, and a fun read as well.

A Stop at Willoughby is the prolific Patick's blog about writing--mostly. He recently wrote a series of posts there about racism and publishing, and related issues. The blog name, by the way, comes from an episode of the original version of The Twilight Zone.

CIW: The Other Invisible is the home of Jess's Writer's Weekly Question, in which writers and others are invited to blog about the writing process. Jess doesn't always keep up with the weekly schedule, but the questions are thought-provoking when she does them, and sometimes she does a two-fer. Jess is in academia, which is also interesting to read about. She's about to give an interview to CNN, and the play-by-play on that is an education in itself.

I'm not sure whether to mention Julie's Oh My! She's At It Again! or Julie's Web Journal at Stately Barrett Manor, so I'll mention them both. She writes about her writing in both places, and other stuff. She does a lot of web-related work, but she's also written at least one radio play and other fiction, including but not limited to fan fiction. She has a good, solid take on the business end of writing, but also writes about times when a draft of something is being difficult, and why. When it's done, there is much rejoicing. (Yes, she's a Python fan.)


Honorable mentions: DesLily is currently writing a series about writing, Sara occasionally comes up for air long enough to tell us how her novel is going, and Bea writes about the journaling process, and how the online and offline versions differ. We know that John Scalzi has another blog, Whatever, that deals with his writing a bit more than By the Way does. And Maryanne sometimes gives us tantalizing details about the book she decided not to publish. Last but not least, Mike Porcello, an NYU college student and nephew of my long-dead high school best friend/boyfriend, writes about his writing, among other things. Strong language and mature themes warning on that one, but it's clear the kid can write. Dan would have been proud, I think.

Oh, and I write about writing, too, mostly on my LJ. Hi.

Karen

Tiers and Tyrannies of Writing


Pat, a.k.a. DesLily, wrote an entry on her blog today (AOL version here, BlogSpot version here) about a discussion we had in IM last night about who is a writer and who is not. Like many people who are interested in writing, she seems to have accepted the popular idea that writers are a breed apart, driven by their talent to write, to be "authors." She writes:

I was told once, by a friend who is a published author a few times over, that if you don't burn to write, don't even bother to try to get something published. I pretty much took this to heart, as it wasn't the first time I heard it. But I sometimes wonder how true it is.

Now, there are several messages imbedded in this interpretation of the words of a well-meaning friend, and not one of them is good for the writing. The first is that only a person who writes obsessively, compulsively, is capable of getting work published. The second is that only someone who is both a ) a compusive writer and b) published deserves the title of "writer" or "author" at all. The third is that this is a closed club of writers who are born, not made. No others need apply.

And yet DesLily has written books herself, a whole fantasy trilogy. Encouraged by friends, she wrote and expanded it and finished it, tinkered and polished - and put it away, because she wasn't really a writer.

Balderdash.

On the AOL version of her blog, I commented,

Pretty much the only definition of writing that counts with me is basically the first one there. A writer is one who writes. Period. That means that someone who wrote a trilogy, for Pete's sake, is or at least was a writer, even if she never sent out so much as a query letter. Conversely, a person who has lots of story ideas, hangs out with writers, and has nothing to show for it but a 10 page partial outline written in 1975 and a map her neighbor drew for her, is NOT a writer.

There are higher bars to hurdle, of course. The "published writer" is the next step up, but the easy availability of self-publishing venues, including blogs, has muddied the waters quite a bit on exactly what this means. YOU are a published writer, because you're a blogger.

One more step up: a professionally published writer. To get that one, you have to actually submit something somewhere. Chances are you have to do it a lot, and try to shrug off the inevitable rejection.

Next step, and this is the one you're confused about: "professional writer." Not many writers make their living at it, and some of those who do, including our beloved Scalzi, do commerical writing - PR, technical writing, etc. - rather than relying on storytelling alone to pay the bills. Many well-known writers never gave up their day jobs.

The top rung is "bestselling author" - and that's a function of talent, skill, relentless self-promotion, and a whole lot of luck.

Okay, so I changed metaphors there, from high bar to a ladder analogy, and the subject line of this post has yet another image. But you get the idea. There are different levels of success as a writer, but even at the lowest one, you're still a writer. The other levels are something to work for, if you care to do so, and are legitimate measurements of success in the business of writing. But you have to start with the basic requirement of level one: writing. and you have to keep that part going if you're going to make your way up from there.

The real test of writing is whether complete works are actually being produced, at a level of quality likely to attract readers. The degree to which the writer is inspired, driven, or even previously published is irrelevant. A would-be writer who waits for inspiration will probably produce very little of value. A writer who writes compulsively suffers from a mental disorder called hypergraphia, and may or may not produce anything good. And someone who is deterred from writing by the belief that she doesn't have the right stuff is throwing away the chance to be proven wrong.

What counts, at least in the writing part of being a writer, is the writing itself. You've got to write, and you've got to keep writing until the book, poem, play, magazine article, tv script, whatever - is done. And then you probably need to revise and edit and polish. After that, unless you really only have one story you want to tell (and probably even then), you need to write something else, or at least something more. Your exact schedule, motivations, working method, are all unimportant compared to this one basic requirement.

The great thing that happens as you write is that you get better at it, assuming you have at least a modicum of literacy and good judgment. And maybe you find out you have more stories to tell after all. You may also learn more about the original story you wrote, enough to go back later and make it better. But it all starts with writing, and not believing that you can't do it, and therefore shouldn't even try. That negative stuff is your Inner Weasel talking, and it almost never has anything good to say. Maybe your story will never be optioned in Hollywood, or even sold to a major publisher. But you'll never get there, for sure, if you don't write it, or don't finish it, or don't try to sell it.

Selling the writing is, of course, as big a challenge as the writing itself, and requires different skills. Rejection is an inevitable part of the business end of writing, and that can be very hard on a writer's self-confidence. I speak from experience here. But if you want more than five friends to read it, it's got to be done. If you don't care whether more than five people ever read it, well, then, suit yourself. Getting something professionally published does four things:


  1. It tells you that on a given day, a person whose job it is to select works for publication honestly believed that your work was good enough, and marketable enough, to attract readers who are willing to pay to read your words.
  2. It actually gets your words out to those readers.
  3. It builds name recognition, so that readers and editors will be more disposed to give your words a chance the next time.
  4. It puts a check in your mailbox - usually a small one.
But that's all. It doesn't confer a mystical mantle of authorhood. It doesn't mean your writing is the best it will ever be. And it doesn't get you off the hook from writing something else.



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Yes, this is me ponitificating again, when the fact remains that Mages from Mâvarin is still waiting for me to type up a few missing scenes, and then take on the huge task of making this ridiculously large manuscript consistent and complete and, I hope, a bit shorter, when my history with such things is that they usually get longer. I also need to get on with either the sequel or the prequel, as soon as I possibly can.

See, I can't let myself off the hook, either. I write every single night, albeit mostly just in blogs these days. But for me to be the kind of writer I want to be, and know I can be, I have to continue to get my stories written, revised and edited - and sell the dang things, too.

"I can think of one, maybe two, writers who rely heavily on inspiration. Everybody else I know works like a dog." - Patricia C. Wrede

Karen

P.S. Oh. You may be wondering about the birthday. I had one. Here's photographic evidence. True to my long history of crying on my birthday, I cried on my birthday, and not with joy. But it was nothing important, and it's over, and it's fine. It started well, with cards and presents in my purse from John, and ended well, with lots of nice cards and emails (including gifts from Amazon!) from friends and family, a nice dinner with John at Peking Palace, and unsatisfactory season-ending cliffhangers on Sci-Fi. That'll do nicely - very nicely indeed. Thanks, folks!