December 6th, 2010

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[links] Link salad tries to remember that day in December

Awaiting the Owl — On the off chance you don't already read Making Light, here's Patrick Nielsen Hayden riffing on Cosma Shalizi on the Singularity. Fascinating stuff.

Planetary Park Posters (and t-shirts) — :: swoons :: (Thanks to shaolingrrl.)

Ducks in the wind — All we are is ducks in the wind... This video is stupidly cute, hilarious and sad all at the same time. (Thanks to willyumtx.)

Glacial Silt Encased Some of Earth’s Best-Preserved Fossils — This is cool.

Kamchatka Volcanoes — A nifty orbital photo and some interesting explanations thereof.

Abandoned Icons — Art guru James Gurney with an image collage of the abandoned Six Flags theme park in New Orleans, and a link to more.

Is AIPAC a Wikileaks Operation? — Strangely enough, in conservative eyes, not all classified leaks are equal. Given the justly famed intellectual consistency and moral probity of the GOP, who knew such thinking was possible? As Juan Cole says at the end of the piece, You have to love hypocrisy when it is taken to this Himalyan scale. It has a kind of putrid beauty.

?otD: What's the farthest you've ever traveled from your home?




12/06/2010
Writing time yesterday: 3.25 hours (WRPA, 4,100 words on current short story project, 700 words on another)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 6.0 hours (solid)
This morning's weigh-in: 249.4
Yesterday's chemo/post-op stress index: 5/10 (peripheral neuropathy, emotional distress)
Currently reading: Between books

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[personal] The weekend that was

As calendula_witch ably reports, we went hiking yesterday. While ultimately successful, the outing suffered from logistical issues. And snow.

I also got an enormous amount of writing done yesterday, much to my satisfaction. "A Long Walk Home" is a Sunspin short in which I explored a couple of backstory issues and resolved some things about the style I do (or more to the point, don't) want to use in the books. Started another project, my end of a collab between me and calendula_witch. Oddly for me, it was a false start. I will readdress today from a blank sheet.

the_child went to a Yoyo Ma concert last night with her mother, tickets having been a birthday present from her grandmother, who could not be here the date of the concert. She popped into my place briefly on the way out, very excited and looking utterly sophisticated and mature, and asked me to take a photo to show to her grandmother. It was very sweet.

Another work week beckons, though calendula_witch and I will be out from Thursday to Sunday having some private time at the coast. I'll probably put the blog on hold through the weekend, at least until after we get back. You know, because.

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[writing|process] The story belongs to the reader, redux

I've often said on this blog and in interviews that the story belongs to the reader. This is part of why I'm so sanguine about bad reviews.

What I mean by this is that no matter what my intentions for a work of fiction, no matter what I thought I did in that work, the experience the reader has is genuinely theirs. Even if their reaction is opposite to the one I intended. I don't come with the book or magazine or Web page, hanging about to explain what I meant. The words can, and do, and must speak for themselves.

This rubric of mine got foregrounded pretty hard when a reader sent me an email about their reaction to Mainspring Powell's | Barnes & Noble | Borders | Audible ]. We corresponded a bit, and with their kind permission, I am reproducing the original note.
i just read your novel Mainspring. I have read sci-fi all my life and I greatly enjoy the genre. I was attracted to your novel because your name was new to me and I am always searching for fresh new talent in this field. The cover art on the hardcover edition was great, too. That always helps.

In general I prefer novels that feature fascinating characters and a great adventure. Your novel hooked me on the adventure component quickly, and that is likely why I finished reading it. The character of Hethor, however, went from okay to boring. In addition, all the religious symbolism and biblical references and god this and god that got old quickly. I felt like I was reading an L. Ron Hubbard novel. If I had known you were going to spend a majority of the novel on some quasi-religious quest, I would have passed on it.

As such, I was considering getting the novel Escapement, but I'll pass. They are mis-shelving your work at the book store under Sci-Fi whereas it belongs under Religion.

My first, immediate reaction to this correspondence was to wince. My second reaction was to be delighted that this reader cared enough, especially in the negative, to send me a thoughtful message about their reaction. My third reaction was regret that they had not read the book the way I intended it to be read.

In part, my response to them ran:
Another small irony is that I have seen MAINSPRING reviewed both as Christian apologia (more or less how you read it, I believe) and as anti-Christian screed. I have a low enough sense of humor to find this dichotomy amusing.

The story this reader experienced wasn't quite the story I meant to tell. It wasn't quite the story I thought I was telling, for reasons I can elaborate on at another time if anyone cares to hear them. (Those details are not germane to my point today.) But it was the story they read.

(Note that I do distinguish between gross reading errors and variations of interpretations. Occasionally a review or other reader reaction will be misplaced on the face of the story, ie, a misreading. Those tend to annoy me somewhat, simply because in my experience [a] they're usually negative; and [b] my work is being judged on the basis of something I didn't say. Thankfully this is a fairly rare circumstance.)

Now extrapolate this interaction between me and my kind correspondent to other forms of reader reaction. A critique, for example, is a reader reaction from peers or mentors who presumably have some expertise in the field, and possibly some prior knowledge of that writer's work, speaking to the writer and also often to other peers gathered together. A review is a reader reaction within a relatively formalized setting, speaking not to the writer but to other potential readers. Editorial response — whether acceptance, rewrite request, hold, rejection or something else — is a reader reaction within a very narrow, formalized setting speaking solely to the writer.

But they are all reader reactions. And in every case, it is not your intention for the story but their reaction to it that counts, that drives the reaction.

Given how much angst can be expended over critiques, reviews, and editorial responses, I have to say that my rubric of the story belonging to the reader is a mighty helpful way to keep the fires of my own writerly angst banked down. It's better for my mental health and well-being, it keeps me from being knocked off center more often than happens anyway, and it allows me to embrace all those forms of response with (usually) little more than a twinge.

Yes, sometimes I get this wrong, too. But for the most part, the rubric serves me very well indeed. And I thank my reader and correspondent for reminding me so forcefully of this core principle of my auctorial identity.