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Saturday, March 8, 2014

Poll: What is the BEST Science Fiction Series of the 70's/80's/90's

~gumtoothed voice~
Fourteen dollars for a book??
Back in my day, it was $4.95. And we LIKED it.
Our March poll is live! Go vote like the wind!

Our readers have spoken.

Nine nominated series have gotten the necessary "second" to go on to our poll*. Please check them out and vote for your favorite.

You may use whatever criteria you wish for "best" (most literary, most engaging, most memorable, etc...) and you may vote for TWO (2) titles. (Do remember, though, that if you only vote for one title, your vote is less diluted.)

The poll itself is in its usual place, on the bottom of the left side. It's long and black and makes thirteen year olds giggle.

*So if you think this poll is a travesty, you should get involved in our nomination process during the early part of each month and make sure that we do it right.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Mailbox: Let Writing Terrify You

What if I don't know what the character wants or I'm afraid to go there? Writing is inherently vulnerable. How do you manage that? Also how do your peeps deal with you writing about them.

[Remember, keep sending in your questions to chris.brecheen@gmail.com with the subject line "W.A.W. Mailbox" and I will answer each Friday.  I will use your first name ONLY unless you tell me explicitly that you'd like me to use your full name or you would prefer to remain anonymous.  My comment policy also may mean one of your comments ends up in the mailbox. Try to keep it to under ten million questions.]  

Jennifer asks:

You've talked about the difference between writing vignettes and stories. Stories have characters that have wants and something preventing them from achieving those wants. But what if you don't even know what your character wants, and all you're doing is writing lovely little vignettes? Or what if you do know what your character wants, but you're afraid to go there? I'm finding it hard to write, even though I know no one is reading my writing. The act of writing is just so inherently vulnerable. How do you manage that? I think you're the perfect person to answer it, not only because you're the Yoda of writing but also because you blog about your unconventional family arrangement. Also, how do the people in your life feel about the fact that you're writing about them? When you write fiction, do you feel like you have to be careful not to fictionalize the people around you? Do the people around you see themselves in your stories regardless of whether or not that was your intention?

My reply:

The Yoda of writing, huh? I can live with that.  ("Every day write you must, yes!" "Waiting for inspiration. Too busy being. The Dark Sides of writing are these! Take care you must. Consume you they will!" "Write or write not. There is no try.")

Let me start with your last round of questions first.

How do the people in your life feel about the fact that you're writing about them? When you write fiction, do you feel like you have to be careful not to fictionalize the people around you? Do the people around you see themselves in your stories regardless of whether or not that was your intention?

When I am writing for the Grounded Parent blog, I use pseudonyms for my family, and while someone could conceivably get a little more detail over there than they could here when I'm writing about superheroes and being delightfully evasive about the threesome question, I still make sure my peeps are protected. But this question basically has several answers because there are several different kinds of people in my life.

  • My family literally gets the first round of edits on my G.P. articles. If they don't like what I've said, I make some changes until they are okay with it. Sometimes this leads to some discomforting discoveries. I don't think, for example, that everyone realized just how opposed I was to a home birth. Because, you know, I don't throw plates when I'm upset.
  • Most people in my life I just don't write about. At all. Their lives are their business and don't intersect with mine in a way that I couldn't write about myself without including them. In fact, most people fit into this category. I have tons of friends and people I would even call family who I can simply refer to in the most ambiguous terms. I don't know if they'd mind being written about or not because it just doesn't come up.
  • If I'm writing about someone who will obviously realize they're being written about (like someone from the past or a blood family member), I try to be as honest as I can. However, I've noticed really that people don't mind being written about. What they dislike is being written about in a way that will make them look bad to others. In that case I try to avoid Truman Capote levels of over-share, but I don't forget Anne Lamott's important words on the subject: "You own everything that has happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better." Usually the person who should have behaved better is me, but I've got a few doozies.
  • When I am writing about most people who might be recognizable, and I am writing about them in a less than spectacular way, I change them. I change their name, their hair, where we met, sometimes even their gender. I still write about the truth of what happened but the details become different. I'm pretty sure they don't even notice as several events of spectacular assholery have gone unremarked upon by those I've written about.
  • When people are real assholes, I just let loose. Downside of pissing off a writer, brah.
As for fictionalizing existing people, I really can't warn you enough about how bad that idea is. This is worse than submitting to The New Yorker in Comic Sans. This is worse than letting the sushi chef give you something for free as long as you don't ask what it is before you eat it.  You really don't want to plug real people into your fiction. I mean you can take a mannerism of this person and a neurosis of that person and mix them with the personality of a third person, and then maybe change some cosmetic details and pour those aspects into an existing character to flesh them out. However, if people can recognize themselves in your fictional characters, you will probably get a lot of grief. Everything from meaningless conversations about how could you kill them off with a giant spork??? to really actually painful conversations about something you've noticed in their personality (because you're a writer and notice these things) that they themselves weren't aware of. 

It's not worth it.

Of course, if you see someone once, and they are a character you end up putting in your book, that's fine. They'll never know, and everything you filled in about them actually IS fictional. 

But what if you don't even know what your character wants, and all you're doing is writing lovely little vignettes? Or what if you do know what your character wants, but you're afraid to go there? I'm finding it hard to write, even though I know no one is reading my writing.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and voice my suspicion that it is the second question, not the first that is actually really on your mind, Jennifer.

The first question is kind of easy. Your character has to want something and your audience needs to know the stakes. Before we know what they want and the stakes, we don't care. Now lots of writers write vignettes, and some more experienced/famous writers even get them published sometimes, but usually they just make a writer more aware of who a character is or maybe get incorporated later when the writer does know what the character wants and what the stakes are.

The second question....that's the money shot. Because you--Jennifer--already know what my answer is going to be.

Don't you? 

If you were reading a book, and the characters in the book were all afraid of the Eastern Wood, and they were warned repeatedly not to go there, you would know, long before the story ended, where they were going to end up. Would you even feel satisfied if such a book ended with a calm day and no one going into the Eastern Wood? What if everyone in Hamlet just got cross with each other and yelled a little bit? What if Harry Potter was a good student who never did anything like explore Hogwarts at night? What if Gene never jounced the branch? 

Well, that's fine, but it's not a very interesting story.

Now you can write about characters just going about their day if you want. You can write safe and light and never go to the "Eastern Wood."  If that brings you pleasure, you can do that for the rest of your days. Really. So if taking the next step is something you really don't want to do, let writing be fun and enjoyable for you in the ways it already is. No pressure.

But I suspect what you are asking me for, Jennifer, isn't so much a question of what to do as the existential crisis arising from confirming what you already know. 

In order to grow as a writer, or as an artist, you will have to go there eventually. You must. Nobody wants to read about characters who do nothing or about an artist who plays it safe. And you may even be growing tired of it in your purely personal pennings. (Which was much more alliteration than I intended.) 

You have to go into the dark place as an artist because that dark place is you. Not fluffy, show-the-world, best-face you. Not the cocktail party you. The real you. The you who you're even afraid to face yourself, much less to show anyone else. This is the you who drives men mad. This The Never Ending Story's Mirrorgate you. This is the real reason most folks with talent and flare and interest in art never become artists. It's too fucking scary to face themselves instead of just being clever.

The dark place is where the real you lives, and until you walk in there with only a flashlight and the echoes of your footsteps, your art will always be light and fluffy. 

What is in there Yoda of writing?  "Only what you take with you. Your weapons clever linguistic flourishes....you will not need them."

The act of writing is just so inherently vulnerable. How do you manage that?

On my worst days, Jennifer, I don't. I write safe. I don't take chances. It's light, polite, and if I'm really "on" that day, it's kind of funny, but it risks nothing. And those articles and stories usually float away like a dandelion seed on a summer zephyr. They are cute, clever...forgettable. 

On my best days, I tap into something...a little tiny bit real. 

The act of writing is like pinning your own soul into a display case of a bug collection to be looked at (and looked over) by all. It is the most inherently vulnerable thing I know. I have had lovers who didn't know me as well as a careful reader would. 

But here's the thing, and there's no getting around it, when I tremble before I hit "Publish," when I walk around the room and say out loud to myself "You can't tell people that," when I'm terrified of what people will think of me or of my writing, that's when people tell me I've written something that really spoke to them. When I know I'm going to make people angry or that I'm exposing myself. When my characters face a choice that I don't actually know the answer to. When my heart pounds during the writing. That's when people crawl out of the woodwork to tell me my writing moves them.

So in the end, the platitude is right after all, despite being a cheap piece of bumper sticker wisdom quote that most writers only ever use as their Facebook Cover picture: "Try to write in a way that terrifies you a little."

Fear only leads to the dark side when you're a Jedi. In writing, it's how you know you're on the right track.

Or as the Yoda of writing might say: "Fear leads to honesty. Honesty leads to truth. Truth leads to artistic integrity."

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Last Call: SciFi Series of 70s/80s/90s

Only a few days remain to make a contribution to our March poll: the best science fiction series of the 70s/80s/90s 

We're getting on into March. (We're already a week into March? What the actual hell?) So you only have a few more days before our March poll goes live.

If you have any series to nominate, please go to the official page for nominations and rules. (Not in the comments to this post, please.) Be sure to try to drum up a second for your nomination since we don't have much time left before the poll goes live.

Please go there and read the rules if you haven't. They aren't complicated, but they're important.

You may also want to check on all the nominations that exist and give them seconds (and thirds).  We do have lots of nominations (a few too many to make a poll out of), so nothing will be going on our poll if it doesn't have a second.

Hurry!

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Fortune Cookie Wisdom VI

Even Staler Fortune Cookies

I'm a lot less interested in what is "right" when it comes to language and far, far more interested in what I can make it do for me. If a broken rule or made up word better conveys an idea, I don't even hesitate.

But you have to KNOW the rules in order to understand the effect of breaking them.

That Chris guy has been known, from time to time to run bits like Fortune Cookie Wisdom when he's behind on other writing.  Beware! 

If someone offered me a lifetime of royalty checks, talk shows, accolades, and even blistering groupie threesomes under the condition that I never again write, I would laugh myself into an aneurism.

If the common motif that published and successful writers said about being a writer were that they had done literary events, I would recommend THAT.  It's not.

Do you want to know what one of the most noticeable differences there is between working writers and the would be writers? The amount of sour grapes. You never heard a group howl so much at how undeserved another's success is. The more serious the writer, the more they will 1) appreciate and respect how much work goes into even the "bad" books, and 2) focus on their own betterment instead of besmirching others. I've even watched writers give up on the sour grapes whining as they got more serious over the course of a few years.

Every writer does it a little differently, and I take great comfort in that fact. But every writer does do it. The commonality of all success stories is that none of them involve little effort.

I'm sort of thankful that there's no writer equivalent of steroids. As much as people look for some kind of shortcut to BEING a writer without doing the work, there would be entire Humanities departments world-wide simply laid waste.

There's an entire industry--a multi-million dollar industry--built upon preying on those who want a short cut to being writers. Seminars, books, classes, camps, computer programs... Yet when you talk to successful writers they consistently emphasize only voracious reading and daily writing. And when you look at the flow of money in these events it is not towards the writer. There is no shortcut. Go to camp if you want to camp.

The publishing industry is not a zero sum game. If J.K. Rowling hangs up her pen tomorrow, it will not increase your chances of a book deal by one iota. In fact, most publishers fund writers they feel "deserve" to be published (but who they know won't sell) mostly because of the profits of their huge authors. So if she retired tomorrow, fewer books would be published.

Never ever ever forget that no matter how brilliantly, perfectly, eloquently and genuinely you've expressed yourself, there's going to be some asshole on the internet talking past you to make their point.

If you don't keep writing (regularly, if not daily), nothing else you do will matter. If you just keep writing (regularly, if not daily), nothing else you do will matter. It's that simple. It's that hard.

If you're not a little bit terrified, you're doing it wrong.

Need more fortune cookie wisdom? 

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

February's Best (and junk)

So the articles this month that will be heading over into the 2014 section of The Best of W.A.W. are:

Question: Do You Really Have to Write Every Day to Be A Writer (F.A.Q.)

A Pound of Flesh

The Mailbox: Do I Have What it Takes?

If you haven't checked them out, they were quite popular and might be worth a look.


Generally, February was a good month right up until the end when I got sick.  Numbers weren't as impressive as January, even accounting for the three fewer days, but I did a review of all my "Greatest Hits" on my Facebook Page during January, and those posts did particularly well with all the new followers I have there.  (Over 10,000 now!!!  Holy CRAP!!!!) Now that I'm back to my regular rotation of reruns, I'm not picking up quite as much traffic from Facebook. Even so, I'm edging ever closer to a reliable thousand hits a day.

Then I'll be almost 30% of the way to a blog that pays as much as a day job!

(He exclaimed, his plastic smile wavering ever so slightly.)

If you turn it to the side, it kind of looks like Pinocchio
telling you how much money there is in blogging. 
In March, you can look forward to the conclusion of You Really Don't Have to Write. Really. I hope to be bringing another serving of Demon's Rubicon. Of course, as soon as we finish getting nominations for our Science Fiction Series of the 70s/80s/90s, that poll will go up. I am also planning on taking some time to write up a new Element of Craft, so that W.A.W. can try to be a bit more helpful between all the hideously amusing jokes. Plus, it might be a little ambitious, but I'm hoping to finally get at least one new entry into The Glossary. All that plus my usual shenanigans, and a showdown with the cheese guy!

So don't touch that dial!

Monday, March 3, 2014

My Dance With Death

This is exactly what Wednesday night looked like at my house.
A lot of people think I'm overstating this very nearly dying thing, but this week I took a cold, stark glimpse at my own mortality. The void stared back, my peeps. The void stared back. I have learned how tenuous our grasp of life is, by having a host of microscopic organisms colonize my body to attempt to use it for their own nefarious purposes.

And let me tell you, if you thought the proletariat just existed but didn't really live, you've never met a virus. I don't even think they read derivative stuff.

"You're being a baby," they say. "Quit overstating things," they say. "You weren't that sick," they claim. "You always think you're sicker than you really are," they sneer. "You are so histrionic when you're sick," they remind me.

But they don't know. They didn't see the grim reaper standing next to their bed with a gleam in his eye casually sharpening his scythe with a "Carcass Rulez" whetstone.

This brush with plague put me behind on a lot of writing. The two other blogs I write for need new articles and I've only even started one of them. I was also hoping to get a new fiction project started this weekend, and instead--since I was getting about two or three hours of sleep a night--my days were spent hazed out in front of House MD reruns that I kept putting on as background noise for cleaning and then watching after I collapsed in an exhausted heap from the rampant, savage disease raging through my veins with its noxious potency.

You might think I'm overblowing this. You might say--like all the other naysayers, "Chris, it was just a minor cold." But it was a cold like none the world has ever seen.  I honestly had a stuffed up nose and a cough. I must have sneezed at least seven or eight times a day.  A DAY!!!  At one point I had fever that got up near 100--my poor brain was cooking. And I'll have you know that this "minor cold" lasted three days (and if you count the lingering cough, it was really more like five, folks).  Three entire days.

I'm lucky to be alive.

No big deal, they said.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Poll Results: Best Movie Adaptation of a Book

My shocked face.
"I'm, like, SOOOOO shocked."
Also my need more sleep and/or massive
amounts of coffee face.
(And my still getting over a cold face.)
I need to work on my Ben Stein voice
to really nail how shocked I am.
Everyone act very shocked now--The Princess Bride won our poll for the best movie adaptation.

Everything interesting in this poll happened below the number one slot, unfortunately. The Princess Bride took an early lead and never let go. But that didn't mean there weren't several tight races.  To Kill a Mockingbird and Fight Club ended up tied, and Stardust pulled out a few 11th hour votes to come from behind Game of Thrones and take second place.

Thank you all so much for participating!!! However, I'm not sure I'm going to do movie polls anymore. It got a good response in terms of voters (close to 200!!), but I think a lot of my regular readers were pretty tepid.

Lets go back to books!

So if you're one of the people who likes to complain about what's missing from these polls, go over and take part in the March poll nomination process.  (I had one guy absolutely ream me in e-mail for not having The Maltese Falcon--I mean it was like a full paragraph of my dereliction of duty to cinema and literature and my crimes against nature.  Seriously brah,"Get a Delorean or call The Doctor because the only person to blame for that is you from four weeks ago.")  It's best Scifi series from what is (probably) your childhood--70's/80's/90's.