Friday, November 22, 2013

Tenacity


In my Plotting in Fiction class at Hamline University this semester we’ve had a series of guest authors who have come in to discuss their books. Most are somehow affiliated with the University; all of them have had interesting things to say. One of our recent guests was mystery author Mary Logue. She asked everyone in class to say if they were working on a short story or novel—and to say a few words about their work. One of my fellow students (I’ll keep his identity confidential) had an awesome answer that went something like this:
“I have a novel. I wouldn’t say I’m working on it. There’s school, there’s work, there’s life. But my book is always on my mind. It’s always there.”

I feel that way about my novels. They are there, too, always with me. I think about them in odd moments, dream about them at times when I’m not just sitting down to write. I suspect most writers feel the same way. Novels aren’t written in a day, a month, or just several months. Often they take many months, many revisions, and maybe years’ worth of time. And they don’t just happen during your “writing time.”

Also, then there is life. I have writer friends who have gone through recent job transitions (new job/lost a job), writer friends with relationship changes (fell in love/got divorced. My own writing challenge has been my health—recovering from cancer. Some days when the pain is there, I’m exhausted, the last thing that’s going to happen is writing. Often life comes first before writing. Sometimes it insists.

My second novel Sunlight just turned three years old. How long will it be until it’s completed? I just don’t know. My intent is to get back to its second revision (I’m about ½ way there) and share it with my critique group for their awesome insights. My first novel Blackheart is over ten years old now, stuck somewhere between a third and fourth revision. I got out Chapter One recently and worked on it, got some feedback from some new readers who had positive things to say. It’s still my book. It also longs for completion. It will happen. I just don’t know exactly when. (I also know I don’t have forever.)

So what’s my point? Besides maybe I’m crazy spending all this time in front of a keyboard and monitor making up imaginary people, places and things, telling a story that for the time being is entertaining only to mostly just me.

No. That like most good things in life, good writing takes time, and it takes more than that. It takes tenacity.

Best-selling author Tom Clancy died in October of this year. He once said this of writing: “Success is a finished book, a stack of pages each of which is filled with words. If you reach that point, you have won a victory over yourself no less impressive than sailing single-handed around the world.”

I feel that way about my writing. I’ve written two books. They’re not published yet. But I’ve succeeded in reaching my goal. I wanted to write a book (two) and I have. I’ve leaned a lot over the years from the process. Like many writers I stay tenacious. (I think of some of my favorite authors like Stephen King and Dean Koontz who’ve each written 50+ books! Talk about tenacity and dedication to craft!) I have put in my time and I keep fighting the good fight. I keep on keeping on. I keep on writing.

And don’t even get my started on rejection. I think about the author Robert Pirsig and his great book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Supposedly rejected 121 times before it became published and sold millions of copies. Tenacity again, in spades.

Most importantly I’m just reminded you (and me) to stay at it. Writing can be a lonely business, but when it comes to spending time to create your work of art, you’re not alone. You have lots of other good company out there in all the other writers who are taking their time, figuring out who their characters are, where the story is really going, trying to build stories and worlds worth reading about. Hang in there.

Mark Teats
@ManOWords

How old is your writing project? What keeps you writing? 

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Kaiju and Punishment


This week I started the novel Russian novel Crime and Punishment for my plotting in fiction class. I also watched the Kaiju (giant monster) movie, Pacific Rim for the second time. This caused some confusion in my mind. It also made me wonder how many other people mix up Kaiju movies with great Russian novels. So here is a quiz to test your knowledge on both subjects. The key is at the bottom. No cheating!

Quiz: Russian Novelist or Kaiju?

 1. Select the Russian Novelist who did NOT direct King Kong?
    a)  Merian C. Cooper
b)      Peter Jackson
c)      Nikolai Gogol
d)      John Guillermin

2. Matthew Broderick’s character in the 1998 Godzilla:
    a)  Nikolai Blagoveshchensky
b)      Niko Tatopoulos
c)      Nikolay Karamzin
d)      Nikolai Negorev


3. “Drift” Pilot Team of the Russian Alpha Jaeger in Pacific Rim:
        a)     Sasha and Aleksis Kaidonovsky
b)      Alyona and Lizaveta Ivanovna
c)      Vadim and Nadezhda Kozhevnikova
d)      Sofia and Sasha Sokolov

4. This epic story revolves around a giant monster attack on a major metropolitan area as told by a small group of people.
    a)    Taras Bulba
b)      Demons
c)      Cloverfield
d)      One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

5. This controversial story tells of the aging Humbert Humbert's obsessive, devouring, and doomed passion for the nymphet Dolores Haze.
        a) Ghidora
b)      Rodan
c)      Cloverfield
d)      Lolita


6. An experimental Kaiju escapes from his captors and is suspected to be the creature that is killing people all over the countryside. But when the Kaiju from the lab appears at the same time as the evil Kaiju, the two begin to battle across Japan.
        a)  War
b)      War and Peace
c)      The War of the Gargantuas
d)      The Duel


7. Name the female character played by Fay Wray and Naomi Watts in King Kong who was the “Beauty who slayed the beast.”
        a)  Anna Karenina
b)      Anna Dostoyevskaya
c)      Anna Kashina
d)     Ann Darrow


8. Godzilla’s lovable, flying, comic relief Kaiju son introduced in the 1979 animated Hanna-Barbera/Toho production:
        a)  Gaidar
b)      Gogol
c)       Godzuki
d)      Guro

9. Thought by many to be the number one Russian Novel of all time. When the student Raskolnikov puts his philosophical theory to the ultimate test of murder, a tragic tale of suffering and redemption unfolds in the dismal setting of the slums of czarist, prerevolutionary St. Petersburg.
        a)    Gamera vs. Monster X
b)      The Host
c)      Crime and Punishment
d)      The Brothers Karamazov
e)      Monster Zero

10. Thought to be the King of All Giant Monsters, this Kaiju appears in over 25 films.
        a) Tolstoy
b)      Dostoyevsky
c)      Zamyatin
d)      Godzilla
e)      Gigan

So how did you do? If you got only the Russian Novelist questions right, go see more Kaiju movies. If you got only the Kaiju questions right, good on you. And if you got both types of questions right, well, you are one messed up person. Seek help immediately.

     ~ Mark - @ManOWords

(Answer Key Below)









Key
1. C  Gogol did NOT direct Kong (but he wanted to)
2. B   Niko Tatopoulos
3. A  Sasha and Aleksis Kaidonovsky
4. C  Cloverfied
5. D  Lolita
6. C  The War of the Gargantuas
7. A  Ann Darrow
8. C  Godzuki
9. C  Crime and Punishment
10. D  Godzilla!












Saturday, October 12, 2013

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Friday, September 27, 2013

The Unknown

It’s a strange time for Scribblerati Agent Shawn. My WIP is once again back overseas, nestled up against all those British 1’s and 0’s on my editor’s computer – and I wait.

But for what?

Decisions

We make decisions every day, and even the smallest affect the course of our life. For instance: soy milk or almond? Okay, maybe that one doesn't have a significant impact, but the experience is different, and those experiences do put you on a slightly different fork of the road than you would have been on otherwise. Even the act of writing this blog sends out little ripples into the course of my life and the lives of those who read it.

But what about those moments when you reach one of those big forks, where the course you choose takes you off the well-traveled path you’re familiar with and sends you into the unknown? Like getting on that airplane that’s going to take you overseas for the first time, or debating that job offer that will take you across the country, or looking at your girl and thinking, I’m going to marry her.

That’s where I feel like I’m at today. The road hasn't forked yet, but I can see it running up towards this mountain with the words BIG DECISION carved in the rock face, and I have no idea how my life is going to look afterwards.

That decision is going to come in the form of an email with British 1’s and 0’s. My editor is going to tell me just how close I am to publishing, and then…

Do I just have more of the same to look forward to? Do I throw in the towel? Start something new? Revel in her praise, put To Kill the Goddess on Amazon, and focus even harder on writing the next?

The wait is driving me crazy!

Good Advice

So there’s this kid at work. He’s a writer, or at least on his way to being one. He found out that I write and we ended up at lunch, where he proceeded to tell me all the problems he’s having with his writing. It was so familiar – like listening to myself from a decade ago – trying to figure out how to do the most basic things.

So I gave him a few pointers, a little try this, or how about that, and it felt good to be able to help someone out – even if only a little bit. But then he really began to open up, and his questions turned into a litany of self-doubt. How he doesn't measure up to JK Rowling, or his own expectations, and how sometimes he despairs of ever being any good.

I finally stopped him and said, “Don’t be so hard in yourself. You are at the beginning of a lifelong journey and you can’t expect to be perfect right out of the gate. Think about how many canvases Claude Monet must have thrown away before painting waterlilies. And consider that I recently heard an interview where Stephen King said how ten years ago he wasn't a good enough writer to write his new book.”

He looked at me, really looked at me for maybe the first time we sat down, and I said, “Be patient with yourself. Put words on the page. The rest will come with time.”

Maybe I should listen to myself, eh?

That fork will get here when it gets here, and when it does, I’ll face what comes (or doesn't).

The unknown will resolve itself when – as my father would say – it’s damn good and ready.

I just wish it would hurry the fuck up.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Summer Reading or How Books can Save your Life

One of the reasons I love summer is because I have more time for reading. This past summer I noticed a theme running through a number of the stories and novels I was reading: Books and/or writing as life savers. I'll mention three of the bunch here.

Among Others by Jo Walton.

Dan Savage began a YouTube project to help LGBTQIA kids who were being harassed in school. He asked queer adults to talk about how great their lives are now: it will get better, they will find community and through that community love and acceptance. I describe Jo Walton's novel as an "It Gets Better" project for any kid who feels marginalized. Morwenna Phelps finds herself in a boarding school after some very bad stuff happens in her home life. She finds enough solace in Science Fiction to stay sane, but she comes into her own when she finds a Sci-Fi book group in the local town. Books can save you and finding other people who love books can make your life worth living.

Because Mori figures out her life through reflecting on the books she has read or is reading, for me, this novel also served as a primer for the canon of English language Sci-Fi pre-1979. (While most of the books Mori reflects on are science fiction, her own world is infused with fantasy elements--fairies!)

Plus it has an amazing ending in which The Lord of the Rings becomes both weapon and shield.


A Stranger in Olondria by Sofia Samatar.

Jevick was raised on an island with no written language to speak of. His father, a wealthy pepper farmer, decides that it will add to his prestige to teach his son to read and write, and so hires a tutor from Olondria, where reading is commonplace, where books abound. Jevick falls in love with books and eventually makes his way to Olondria. There he is driven to near-insanity by the ghost of young girl from his archipelago. He learns finally that he can approach her not in fear, but in love, when he honors her request to write down her life.  Jevick must save himself and calm his ghost and the only way he can do that is through writing.

For me, the most powerful metaphor in the novel is that books can stand in for our jut, in Jevick's language meaning something like spirit/soul/self. What we put into books gives us, creates, the very best of who we are.


The Drowning Girl by Caitlin R. Kiernan

For the most part India Morgan Phelps controls her schizophrenia with therapy and meds. Until she encounters a naked woman by the side of the road and brings her home. This woman might be a siren or she a wolf. Imp can't figure out what is real and what is not real until she writes a story for each.



All of these books blur the line between magic and insanity. As a reader you're never quite sure: are the main characters crazy? or is the world magic? Or are we crazy and the world is magic? We're crazy because the world is magic? In each, the main character carves out a way to live with insanity/in the crazy world through books and/or writing. Notice even the similarity in the main characters' names in Among Others and The Drowning Girl.

I read these three close on the heels of one other and their similar themes really got to me. I kept feeling like maybe the authors were all part a writing group and decided to write on the same prompt.
Reading them also brought home the idea that we focus on what we love, what is closest to us. When someone in the radio business dies, NPR dedicates disproportional airtime to their remembrance. And wouldn't you say that, pretty much, authors are authors because we love books, we love writing. Because we love books, they show up in our writing. I'm sure there must be novels in which the characters dislike reading, but much more often I see reflections about reading, writing, and books showing up in books.

Books are the love poems we write to the books we have fallen in love with.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

This Modern Word

So, I've been lax in contributing to our collective blog here at the Scribblerati watering hole. I've been lax, in fact, in contributing to any form of writing at all. This blog, my personal blog, my novel.

Well, wait. That's not strictly true. Writing is everywhere these days. People communicate in texts more than phone calls. We email, we IM, we Tweet and update our statuses. Words, words, words, in the written (okay, typed, or texted) form is everywhere. I believe that I've spent more time communicating in writing in the past 10 years than I did in all the years previous.

Is this a good thing? Many say no... the lack of face-to-face communication, morons who text and drive, and dear heavens, the anonymity of those Youtube comments - let's just say, have made society a less pleasing place. Plus, when I was a teenager, confined to "the middle of nowhere" (as I often lamented to my parents), the only way to communicate with those friends I made in Forensics (speech, not dead bodies) or summer camp was with ridiculously long hand-written missives. This was even true in college, when I moved states away from many of my closest friends. I wrote to my brother when he was in the army, my sister when she was at college, and my parents, once I left home.

My husband, an old-fashioned fellow, still writes the occasional letter. For me, it's only thank you notes. I can't recall the last time I sat down and wrote a proper letter -it probably was in the mid nineties, when my best friend was working in England. I'm saddened by this - I miss the thrill of discovering a fat envelope, laden with stamps, peeking out of my mailbox. I miss cool stationery, and the joy of writing with that perfect pen.


However, I also love email. I still remember the wonder I felt when, in 1997, I tracked down my friend Michiko, a woman from The Netherlands whom I had met in Ireland... on AOL. The idea that I could type out a letter to her, hit 'send,' and it would reach her in a matter of minutes (well, hours - this was AOL in the nineties) was mind-boggling to me. Now it's commonplace, and although some of the amazement has receded, I still appreciate the ease - and the ability I now own - to keep up with family and friends regularly, rather than in one big chunk every month or two.

And then there's Facebook. (I'm not a Twitter girl, although I haven't given it a decent try.) People hate on the Facebook, and although I understand the reasons why - I don't care about your virtual Farm or Kingdom or Zombies or Whatnot - and oh, that acquaintance from high school who is now a Tea Party Republican and has 6 kids and likes to talk about their poops - but I love it. I don't work in an office, so Facebook provides me with daily socialization, albeit virtual. I enjoy laying down a well-crafted status, and the often humorous banter that ensues... and I'm just going to say it: that counts as writing. No, it's not Dostoyevsky or even Jackie Collins, and it's no substitute for creating a story with a beginning, middle and end. But it does speak to that creative, writerly part of our brains, and that's something.

Plus, it's a little diary, not documenting major, heavy events, but tiny little moments. Here are some of my statuses from the past year. Just to prove that I have been, you know, writing.

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This is how it typically goes for Tony when he's trying to talk to me about baseball.
Tony (describing a baseball card): So, Felix the Cat, Felix Millan, he was a pretty good player for the Mets in the seventies - so he's standing at the base, and there's this Pirate right there... and this Pirate slides into second...
Me: Oh my god - did he fall on his cutlass?
Tony:
...
...
...
... so anyway...

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Don't believe that aliens have visited us and gifted us with their technology? I have one word for you: Accordions.
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Ah... the Holiday Season. The time we gather 'round the yule log and remind ourselves that Amy Grant happened. 
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I'd love to start a fund for manatees, partially because they're glorious creatures and their environment is being encroached upon, but mostly because I could call my charity "Habitat for Huge Manatees."
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Sometimes I find it exceedingly odd that we choose to share our homes with adorable little predators. 
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So, I walked into my back yard just in time to witness the 8-year-old neighbor girl, arms straight out, carrying a live, rusty-orange chicken - and then putting it on the trampoline. FOR SCIENCE!
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In my shopping today, I'm picking up razors for Tony: "Remember, I use the Gillette Sensor Mach 3 XL Turbo Viking Marauder Supercharged Touchdown Pickaxe Razor." 
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And quite possibly my favoirte exchange of all time:

There are a dozen cardinals in our backyard right now!!! (Bird kind, not Catholic kind.)

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