March 10th, 2011


[links] Link salad sports a gold tooth

Jim C. Hines on Amanda Hocking — He's wise.

History of Science Fiction as a giant map — (Snurched from @jackwilliambell.)

Greg van Eekhout visits Mrs.Huebner's elementary school class in Sioux Falls, IA, they blog

A journalist friend is looking for World of Warcraft players who've played from weird locales or situations

Kid Crazy: Why We Exaggerate the Joys of Parenthood

Discovered: The Happiest Man in America — They actually found him.

From 'End of History' Author, a Look at the Beginning and Middle — (Thanks to Dad.)

Villemard’s Vision of the Future — More days of future past. Deep retro-futurism. (Via [info]goulo.)

Will Health and Safety Regulators Ruin the Porn Industry?

Charlie Sheen is not filial — America's current favorite trainwreck from a Confucian perspective. (Via my brother.)

Why Human Penises Lost Their Spines DNA study offers clues to "impenetrable mystery" of evolution, expert says.

U.S. Energy Flow in Quads — Ok, this is fascinating.

Sea Ice in McMurdo Sound, Antarctica — More on-the-ground liberal conspiracy obscuring the true facts about global warming.

Why Randomly-Selected Politicians Would Improve Democracy — :: omits cheap political joke here ::

The Suicide Of The Republican Party — Keith Olbermann on the GOP's Wisconsin scam.

?otD: Dentition or rendition?

Writing time yesterday: 1.5 hours (2,800 words on Sunspin)
Body movement: 30 minute suburban walk (overslept)
Hours slept: 7.25 hours (interrupted)
Weight: n/a
Currently reading: The Falling Machine: A Society of Steam Novel by Andrew P. Mayer


[process] More on Consumers and Producers

First of all, my thanks to everyone who commented on the earlier installment of this topic [ | LiveJournal ]. I appreciate the insights and the feedback. And yes, the phrasing of "Consumer" and "Producer" is rather culturally normative of me, but right now I'm trying not to stir too many pots at once, and they're handy labels that appeal to the Western dualism that sixteen years of elementary, secondary and higher education have beaten into me a few decades back. Not to mention being instantly parsable to virtually everyone reading this blog.

At the end of the previous post, I promised to discuss my recent insight on being a Producer and a Consumer with respect to the writing of Sunspin. I'm still getting there. I especially want to thank the folks at session one of Rainforest Writers Village who were willing to sit still for various installments of this riff as I repeatedly thought out loud.

For me, writing has always been a special case of reading. Which is to say, my Production takes the form of an act of Consumption. My biggest clue to this is the fact that with very rare exceptions, I always write in reading order. This is true even when I'm writing very strange, non-linear fiction. I need to experience the story as the reader will, or the process runs into trouble for me. This is also probably why it took me so many years to learn to craft outlines for novels, and even more years to learn to use them effectively.

In my case, my childhood history of social isolation has a lot to do with this. I grew up mostly overseas, without television and before computer games. We moved every year or two — nine schools on three continents in twelve years. I was always the new kid, I had rotten social skills, and I was too bookish and too bright to fit in until about high school, where being highly verbal and good at homework suddenly acquired social value instead of making me a target for bullying and scorn. So I spent a lot of time telling stories to myself. Not mumbling out loud, but constructing running plots in my head, often with maps and other illustrations doodled in the margins of my schoolwork and elsewhere.

I learned Story by reading immersively and by conducting a very long-running process of autonarration.

So when I write, I am a follow-the-headlights writer. I begin at the beginning, and end at the end, and tend be to quite surprised and delighted at the revelations that present themselves along the road. Like I said, as the author I experience the story in hand much the same way I would experience it as a reader.

This is still true for my short fiction, right up to the 25,000-word length or so. Novels however have required a significant morphing of my process. Even so, though I pre-think novels via the outlining process, while I'm actually drafting I'm still following the headlights. I just have a map now. Sometimes it's even accurate.

I am quite capable of doing a great deal of critical and literary analysis on my own work. For me, this is all post-facto, occurring when I reach the revision stage. So while the draft is very much an act of the Consumer in me, albeit in a highly specialized fashion, I put on my Producer hat to revise and rewrite. That is where I worry about character arcs and telling details and thematic consistency and story continuity and the tone of the language and all the myriad other things we writers like to sit around in the bar and discuss.

Framed this way, drafting rises from the same subconscious well in which I also Consume Story, revision takes place in the strongly self-conscious mental space of Producing Story.

Until Sunspin came along.

In the next installment of this series, I'll discuss how the current project is decidedly unsettling my auctorial wa.


[personal] Woke up, got out of bed...

Overslept again last night, by about 1.5 hours. Still managed to squeeze in a 30-minute walk in the 18 degree weather, but I'm feeling very tight for time this morning. Foo bail. I must be fighting something off, infection-wise, because this is a bit too far from my Rainforest weekend to still be recouping sleep debt.

Some good literary news yesterday, both the sale I announced and a couple of other items not yet for public consumption. Working today, low-key evening of packing to go home plus another tranche of Sunspin. I'll be mostly doing taxes this weekend, which might or might not necessitate missing a day or two of writing depending on how consuming the process gets.

I'm rearranging some of my forthcoming convention and travel schedule to better fit the new realities of my personal life. As a result of that, I might attempt ReaderCon, which I've been meaning to go to, for, oh, fifteen years or so. That depends on both whatever health news emerges next month, and whether I can jigger out a bit more travel budget for the year. It would be nice to see some of my East Coast friends and fans.

For now, be well. I'm off to Day Jobbery.