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Giving back

Writers, on the whole, seem to be generous in terms of giving time and energy and support to other writers, particularly young ones learning their craft.  I've known writers who have taken in other writers who need a place to stay, writers who teach workshops and classes, writers who read manuscripts and evaluate them, working for free in a de facto editorial capacity, writers who write books and articles intended to help other writers.  Some of it is certainly a way to supplement income, which is always tricky when you're a freelancer with only occasional checks but constant expenses.  More, though, I believe it's because most writers are also readers and we want to be assured of a continuing supply of good stuff to read even when we and our generation of peers have put down our keyboards and are lounging in retired bliss next to our Olympic-sized pools (no, wait, that's just a fantasy moment).

Not all of us can or will do all those things, so this isn't a suggestion for readers of the blog to start sending in their manuscripts--I don't have time for that sort of thing, and although I've blurbed the books of a few friends I'm not sure my name is "big" enough to have a lot of significance to the casual book browser.

One thing I have done, and am doing again, is mentoring a student who is doing a comic book script as a senior project.  I don't know these students personally, although they're from San Jose, CA, where I went to college--as far as I know the first one picked me out of a hat, and the current one is friends with the first one.   But it's interesting for me to see what high school students find compelling enough to write about, and to follow and help shepherd the project along. 

The current student had some concerns about finding the motivation that would propel her protagonist through the story, and I responded, in part, by telling her of a technique that David Morrell suggests in his terrific book Lessons From a Lifetime of Writing.  I think it might be of interest to readers here, so I'll excerpt part of what I wrote to her:

" One idea for clarifying the character's motivations, interests, and ideas to yourself is to "interview" yourself.   It sounds a little weird but it can be really helpful, and after a few minutes really starts to feel like a dialogue. It's a trick I swiped from writer David Morrell.   Basically, you sit down at the keyboard and ask yourself about your story, character, or whatever. Use the question "why?" a lot.   As an example, say you wanted to do a story about a circus clown who learns that the town the circus has just come to is where his parents, who put him up for adoption as a newborn, live.   (Bear with me, I'm just making this up on the spot).

To begin my self-interview, I might ask: Why a clown?

And answer something like: clowns are creepy.   Who puts on all that make-up and tries to act goofy for hours at a time, as a career?   Why would they do that?   Are they hiding from something?  Is the make-up really a kind of mask?   And this particular clown, who has never known his real parents--I think he has been hiding his true face for his whole life because he doesn't know who he really is, what he "should" look like based on his heritage, and I want to dig around with that.

Does he have something to be ashamed of?

He might.   Maybe his parents were very poor when he was born, and that's why they put him up for adoption--they didn't think they could afford a kid. Now they're wealthy, but only because they did something immoral or illegal shortly after the clown's birth.   So it isn't really his own past he's ashamed of, but theirs (even though he didn't know about it until recently learning, accidentally, who they were).   It's just always been in the back of his mind, unformed, making him uncomfortable facing the world as himself.

So after he confronts them, will he be able to drop the mask?

And so on, like that.   Each question and answer will lead to another question, or many questions.   It can take a while, but by the time you're done with it, you'll have clarified for yourself who the character is, what he's all about, what he wants, etc., and maybe some other story/plot elements at the same time.   Once you've got the character settled on you can quiz yourself about other story points you're still vague on the next time.

The other good point about this method is that you do it while writing--you're not worried about deathless prose, or even proper grammar and punctuation, but you are sitting at the keyboard putting down words, and the more of that you do the more it flexes the mental muscles that govern that process.  Doing enough of this kind of self-interview helps the thoughts and ideas flow more freely when you do sit down to do the actual work."

As I indicated to her, I have used this technique from time to time to help me through some sticky points, and find it a really fascinating and useful exercise.

I just finished another book, Samuel R. Delany's About Writing.  Delany's writing is more "experimental" and literary than my own, his concerns less about plot and story than language, technique, and aesthetic.  But he has written some amazing books.  And far from being the kind of "literary snob" that many of us working in genre fiction expect when someone writes that sort of thing and can throw around the sorts of literary heavyweight names and concepts that he does, Delany is proud that most of his fiction has been in what he calls the "paraliterary" genres of science fiction, sword & sorcery, and pornography.  In his book, along with Eco and Rimbaud and Auden, he discusses Robert E. Howard and Conan, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Neil Gaiman and Alan Moore and the Beatles.

He also helped point to some areas where my work could use improvement, and I'm working on it.  So thanks, Chip--and anyone interested in writing could do a lot worse than to pick this one up, and the Morrell too.

Notes

I've written often on here about some of the joys of being a writer.  One of the strange aspects is that you never, ever get to leave your work in the office.  Especially if your office is just down three stairs and to the right.

The thing about writing, for me, is that the farther I get into a book the more it takes over my brain.  I can be taking a shower or eating or reading or watching TV or driving (especially driving, for some reason) or worst, trying to sleep, and something will grab my brain and say "you have to change that sentence!"  "You have to make that description more vivid!"  "You have to add some foreshadowing of that event!"

To keep things straight and remember when I get back to my desk, I write myself notes.  In my camera bag, which goes with me any time I'm driving farther than just into town (and sometimes then too) is a notebook, supposedly in which to note information about photographs I've taken but which more often becomes what I grab for at a stoplight or pulled over beside the road to jot my latest brain spasm.  Next to my bed there's a pad for the same reason.  The notes would make sense to no one but me, and occasionally I puzzle over them for a while too.  Here's a random sampling from the current book (usually I throw them away after I've addressed them in the manuscript, so these are all recent ones):

Trucks
Aztlán
Tylenol--face
Nellie=Carl's group new
corkscrew

So now you know the innermost details of the book I'm working on.  But you don't know what you know...

Deal or No Deal

I finally watched part of NBC's Deal or No Deal last week, when it led into the first Friday night Las Vegas.

I was not impressed. 

I think there was actually more intellectual content in Let's Make a Deal.  At any rate, there were more chicken costumes and people with things like mouse traps and lightbulbs in their pockets and purses, which makes for entertaining TV.

Deal or No Deal seemed like simply an extended guessing game involving almost pathetically needy contestants (the guy I saw was unemployed, and ended up with $5,000).  I don't know if they're all like that--the old Queen for a Day syndrome.  But it was unpleasant and uncomfortable, and while I'm sure Howie Mandel is glad to have a steady gig, I liked him more when he was funny and less now that he's taken on the look and manner of noted Satanist Anton LaVey.

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the Flying M Aviary

If avian flu really does become a global pandemic, we're probably doomed.

Living 10 miles outside a relatively small town, we should be fairly safe from catching it from other humans.  The flip side is that we are completely surrounded by birds.

This morning--overcast and relatively still before the winds picked up in the last hour or so--was a banner time for them.  All the usual suspects were around, including finches, thrashers, our roadrunner, and more.  At the pond I saw a pair of Gambel's quail.  And then this little comedian showed up.

Meadowlark

They call Meadlowlark Lemon the "Clown Prince of Basketball," so I shouldn't have been surprised at this Western Meadowlark's antics.  He strutted around a little, then went and drank from the pond.  Then fell into the pond.

Suffering from the indignity of it all, and soaking wet, he tried to stand nobly on a stick.  Which moved beneath his feet, so he had to do a logrolling routine to remain upright.

Meadowlarkback

Thoroughly humiliated now (or maybe just done with his bit) he stalked off.  With any luck he'll be back.

This blog, despite all evidence to the contrary, is not becoming a birdwatching blog.  It remains a chronicle of one writer's life on a rural ranch, and the changing of seasons has brought a new batch of birds to occupy my time and keep me away from the writing that must be done.

Oscar babewatch

It's not particularly original to point out that Hollywood has a thing for incredibly skinny women.  Maybe they're all naturally size 0s and 2s, and it has nothing to do with eating disorders (but can it possibly fail to infect young women looking at them as ideal body models?).  I have nothing against the naturally slender.

But what I can't quite figure out is who this look is supposed to appeal to (except possibly each other).

It would seem to make logical sense that women who spend a lot of time being looked at would want to be lookable by some specific, moviegoing, DVD-buying segment of the population.  I don't know who buys the most movie tickets or DVDs, but is it really someone who thinks these specimens look healthy and appealing (much less sexy)? 

Flipping through the morning-after fashion reports, there are lots of pictures of Keira Knightly, Uma Thurman, Nicole Kidman, et al--the usual red carpet suspects.  Many of these women are fine actresses and quite lovely.  But this heterosexual male would leave them on the red carpet, when it comes to picking one to take home.

For my money, there was no one sexier at the Awards last night than Salma Hayek.  She's a hell of an actress, and a real, beautiful woman.  Terrific dress, too.

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Another local

Last summer we had a roadrunner nest in our rose tree.  I don't know where they're nesting this year, but at least one has returned, and we love watching his (her?) antics around the yard.  Roadrunners are the largest North American cuckoos, and while they don't say "beep beep" and run through tunnels painted onto the sides of rock walls, they're fun and entertaining and I'm glad this one's back.

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