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The perils of internet advice

Writers get lots of questions about writing. There’s a certain glamor about the profession, and lots and lots of people think they’d like to write someday. One of the most common questions seems to be: how do you find time and inspiration to write. The most common answer writers give is that there’s no magic answer, that if you want to write, you have to spend time writing. And you have to write every day.

The most recent iteration is John Scalzi’s essay, and the agreements and disagreements it has spawned.

Every time I read this kind of thing, especially the dictum that you must write every day, I get all angsty about it. Maybe I’m doing it wrong. Maybe I’m not a writer. Maybe I need to do everything differently. (Jess. Don’t say anything until you read the rest!) I finally figured out why I react so badly to that particular advice.

They’re not talking to me.

I have a plan, a clear vision of where I want to be in two years, five years, twenty years. I know what role I want writing fiction to play in my life, and I devote time and attention to it in proportion to that role.

I recognize the tradeoffs inherent in that decision, and accept them. I would get better faster if I wrote fiction every day. (Probably.) I would finish things faster if I wrote fiction every day.

I don’t write fiction every day. I quite probably never will. I don’t even write fiction on a regular schedule. But I do write fiction. I am getting better, learning, studying, critiquing. I’m starting to publish. I’m working toward my goals.

There are parts of the standard internet writer advice that are dead on. If you want to do something, you have to do it. And if you want to be good at something, you have to work at it. You have to make time for practice and study and reflection. The standard advice is that the easiest way to do it is to trim off the tv, the video games, the wasted time.

I’ve done that, but I’ve done it for a package. I don’t write fiction every day, but I work every day on the things I need to do to achieve my goals. I long ago shed the illusion that getting to do what you want means never having to work. It’s work, and hard, and I do it even when I don’t want to. But it’s what I want and need to be doing.

Even if it isn’t what random strangers on the internet suggest.

You shouldn’t listen to me either. You should choose for yourself where you want to go, and how you want to get there, and how fast. Choose for yourself what you are willing to give up, and what tradeoffs are acceptable.

Then get to work.

Day 3

Success!

By 2pm on Monday I had washed the dishes, done some laundry, eaten sourdough pancakes, and written 3,000 words or so, for a weekend total of 10,101.

Yes, I did go back and add two words to make a pretty number. So?

I’m up to 28,000 words on the whole thing. I could have sworn I had more than 18K already, but that’s not what the little counter says. Anyway, that’s 10 solid chapters, plus a lot of fragments. Paper Magic is starting to look like an actual novel, with characters and plots and subplots, and even a bit of set-up and foreshadowing.

I feel rather virtuous. I hope now that I’ve forced myself back into it I can keep up a steady but slower pace on this project.

I believe I will celebrate by mowing the lawn now.

Day 2

Slow morning, wrote less than a thousand words. But after an afternoon away from the house I sat down for a marathon three-hour session and wrote well over three thousand words, bringing me to 4100 for the day, or 7000 so far. Just 3000 more tomorrow and I will meet my goal!

If I’m going to do this sort of writing binge very often, I definitely need a better desk chair. And a better desk, for that matter.

Whew!

So did you check out the Hugo winners yet? I’m very pleased, and especially so to see that Peter Watts won one. (And I love his shirt too – this was taken at the award ceremony.)

Congrats also to Clarkesworld – now I can say I’ve been published in a Hugo-winning semiprozine!

And congratulations to everyone who won, and to those who were nominated. It was a good slate this year, and very tough competition.

I hope to be on that list someday. I just need to keep writing, and get a lot better.

Day 1

Not bad: 2900 words, some dishwashing and a killer chocolate cake.

I haven’t written much fiction in the past few months, so it took a while to remind myself what I was doing and to get back into the mindset of writing fiction. Tomorrow should be better, except that I’m busy all afternoon.

And then there’s Monday! Three whole days of not going to work! Ahhhh….

So I think the transformer for my two-year-old netbook is dead. Should I replace the transformer ($40-$60 it seems), or the netbook ($200-$300)? I have to have something portable and light with decent battery life. I thought about using this as an excuse to get an iPad, but the current model just won’t do everything I need the netbook for. Two years jammed in a backpack is a pretty good lifespan for a netbook. I’m not sure I could realistically expect it to live much longer. But it does work fine for the moment. I could get a transformer that could be used with future netbooks – that might be a practical investment. I imagine I’ll have a netbook for the foreseeable future and that way I’d have a spare.

Decisions… and I need to make up my mind quickly, because I need a functional netbook by the 13th.

A writing weekend

I have a three-day weekend, and I didn’t bring home any work from the day job. (I may regret that later, but I need a break.)

Instead, I plan to write fiction this weekend. I’ve set myself the fairly ambitious goal of 10,000 words in three days. Starting wordcount: 18,000. Goal: 28,000, well over a quarter of a novel.

I’ve already gotten 1200 words written, and a bit of revision. Seems entirely doable, if I keep at it. I’m enjoying the setting and the story and the characters, and right now it’s going smoothly. Persistence is the key.

Interested in what I’m doing? Here’s the first paragraph of Paper Magic:

Straw cradled Tomas’s body, the heavy blanket beneath him guarding him from its stiff cut ends. He was cozy in his makeshift bed but not yet sleepy. The soothing nighttime rustles of a barn full of horses were no competition for the songs running through his head. The last minstrel to come through had been months ago, and he hadn’t been nearly as good as this one. News of the man’s willingness to play for bed and board had spread through the small town of Cortina even faster than gossip about who’d been spotted together behind the mill. Tomas had never seen so many of his neighbors in the Inn all at once. Even the smith was there, though the bench next to him was empty. The town had once been proud of their Talented smith and his permanent horseshoes, but now he ate alone.

Aliens everywhere

New Science in My Fiction post today!

Braaains!

Life has been so nuts that I haven’t even told y’all: my very short story “My Summer Romance” was accepted for the zombie erotica anthology Rigor Amortis, to be published by Absolute XPress.

This anthology went from random twitter conversation to table of contents in two months, publisher and all, due to the insanity hard work of Jaym Gates and Erika Holt.

The full table of contents should be released sometime soon. I’m looking forward to seeing who I share the roster with (though I know quite a few already through the magic of twitter), and to reading the whole thing when it comes out this autumn (I think?).

(Do note that this is a zombie erotica anthology, and thus not for everyone. From some things the editors have said, it’s definitely not for the squeamish.)

Little, Big

Like so many, I’ve been playing with the Write Like site. Like so many, I’ve gotten interestingly odd results:

  • stringpage blog (informal nonfiction): James Joyce
  • Knack (fiction): David Foster Wallace
    • Clarkesworld (more formal nonfiction): Arthur C Clarke

I suspect the author pool is rather small.

But that’s the little thing. The big thing: I got into Viable Paradise!

I’ve been in New Hampshire most of the week, working very long hours, and am heading to New Mexico first thing Sunday morning.

Real magic

An insightful perspective on writing science fiction from David Brin:

Where the words went

They obviously didn’t show up here, but the words had to have gone somewhere, right?

Right.

Some of them went to the Crossed Genres July issue, my first short story sale.

More showed up in the Clarkesworld July issue. This one’s a non-fiction piece about controlled ecologies for space travel.

I like writing about science for science fiction writers. My latest Science in My Fiction piece is on plate tectonics and worldbuilding. This is part of a “science of worldbuilding” series that has covered biome placement and satellite images. The next installment, in August, will be about naming organisms: how will scientists decide what to call alien lifeforms? What will people who live with these alien species call them? I’m not sure what comes next: are there ecology or worldbuilding topics you’re interested in? Anything that can be used in science fiction is fair game, which really means anything is possible.

There were other things too: a zombie story submitted to an anthology, agonizing over a Viable Paradise writing workshop application. (If you’re interested in writing zombie stories, the deadline for anthology submissions has been extended to July 15).

And, you know, work, family, business stuff (busiest month ever, on top of everything else), houseguests, interminable yardwork. This was a ridiculously busy June, with umpteen deadlines, and for a while I wasn’t sure I was going to make them all. I did, but only because one thing I said I’d help with didn’t materialize (or rather, they didn’t need my help after all). Whew!

Plans for the rest of the summer: I’m teaching a weaving class in Albuquerque in a few weeks, and have to finish my class materials. That’s the top priority.

I have a novel to finish, and a couple of short stories to wrap up and submit.

I have a nonfiction book proposal that my mental map had finished a year ago, but isn’t.

I’m working on fiction database project that I’ll tell you about when it’s farther along.

I have some travel planned for work, and a week at Pennsic, but the whirlwind of houseguests is over, the major deadlines have been met, and I think this is doable. Even if contemplating it makes me want to go back to bed.