On Writing and “On Writing”

I just finished reading “On Writing” by Stephen King. This is the first writing book I’ve read since I really started writing, and it was kind of interesting to read it at this stage of my career. It was certainly a different perspective than if I had read this book six or seven years ago. Six or seven years ago, I would have taken this book as the bible and carefully memorized every passage, faithfully soaking up every gospel truth it had to offer.

Reading the book now, I can see where old Uncle Stevie is full of shit.

When you’re first starting out, there is a lot of information out there for you. Pearls of wisdom are handed out like candy at Halloween, except it’s not the good kind of candy, it’s the cheap peanut butter things in the orange and black, unlabeled wrappers. Whenever two or more new writers are gathered, someone will nod sagely and say something like, “Show, don’t tell!” or “Write what you know!” or “Kill your darlings!”

The funny thing about these writing maxims is that the people who need them most don’t really understand them. By the time you really understand them, they’re no longer helpful to you. Write what you know, except you don’t know anything about living on a spaceship, or sword fighting, or zombies, and really who would want to read a story limited to only the things you actually *know*? Show, don’t tell, except for when you should show instead of tell, and kill your darlings except for the ones that are what make the story work, the ones that make the story uniquely you, or the ones that are the reason you wrote the whole damn thing in the first place. Follow these rules and never mind all the bestselling counter-examples. Do all of those things when you should do them, and don’t do all of those things when you shouldn’t.

The fact is, you can break any rule you’ve ever heard in writing, as long as you do it well.

Anybody who tells you there is only one way to write is probably trying to sell you a book about writing. Mr. King mostly gets this right, and generally couches his advice with plenty of “this might not be the only way to do it, but it is the way *I* do it”‘s. And really, most of his advice is spot on. You could certainly do worse than to follow his advice to the letter, and not only because he’s Stephen King, but because he’s generally right.

But when he says something like, “I believe plotting and the spontaneity of real creation aren’t compatible”, well, I call shenanigans (and I will refrain from mentioning a few novels of his that could have used a little more plotting and a little less “let’s let the characters decide where this is heading!”).

Mr. King goes on to say that plot is,

“…clumsy, mechanical, anticreative. Plot is, I think, the good writer’s last resort and the dullard’s first choice. The story which results from it is apt to feel artificial and labored.

My response looks something like this:

The thing is, though, old Uncle Stevie is exactly right (and still full of shit at the same time).

Writers mostly don’t know precisely how we do what it is we do, and we’re mostly afraid of examining it, lest we break it. It’s more or less working, but we don’t know how. We do, however, know it’s fragile, so we’re sure as hell not going to go around shaking it to see what’s inside.

Inside each of our brains is a massively intelligent, and massively unharnessed, subconscious mind that is many, many times more powerful than our active, conscious mind. That subconscious mind understands how to tell a story implicitly. It generates ideas, it fleshes out characters, it knows about plot, and theme, and foreshadowing, and everything else that goes into storytelling. Only problem is that we can’t access it on purpose.

People often come up to me and say, “Oh, I loved the significance of X, and it was brilliant the way that you played into the themes of Y” and I used to say, “Oh…I guess I never thought about that.” Usually they slowly shake their head and walk away, totally disappointed in me as a writer. But I’ve come to realize that while *I* didn’t think about that, my subconscious absolutely did. Not in so many words, but again, it understands story in a fundamental way. It knows that good stories have themes and arcs and resonance. It doesn’t understand how, it just knows that this part needs to be highlighted, or repeated, or done in threes. And it is very sneaky about getting those types of things into the story.

Mr. King can say he doesn’t “plot” all he wants, but his subconscious does. Just because he’s not doing it in his active fore-brain, doesn’t mean he’s not doing it. People call it all kinds of things; insight, their “muse”, talking to their characters or letting their characters do what they want to do, “channeling” the story from the great beyond, etc. I’ve never been able to tell if people really believe this stuff or not; they really do talk like they believe it, but then I’ve never seen anyone get on stage and then refuse to accept an award because *they* didn’t write the story, after all.

I mean, it is true to a point: your subconscious is a strange, elusive beast, and coaxing things out it is a little bit like magic, and a little bit like communing with a higher power (by which I mean aliens). It’s like trying to kill Medusa without ever actually looking at her directly. Whatever you do to accomplish that, more power to you.

If you have to write in a closed room like Mr. King, or in complete silence, or with ACDC pounding on the stereo, or suspended upside down with ropes typing on an old Selectric I…I mean, it’s going to be difficult for you, but go ahead and rig yourself up. There is no right or wrong way to write.

Here’s where Mr. King gets it absolutely, 100% right. He says,

I think we’re actually talking about creative sleep…Your schedule…exists in order to habituate yourself, to make yourself ready to dream just as you make yourself ready to sleep by going to bed at roughly the same time each night and following the same ritual as you go.

and

Your job is to make sure the muse knows where you’re going to be every day from nine ’til noon or seven ’til three. If he does know, I assure you that sooner or later he’ll start showing up, chomping his cigar and making his magic.

It’s basically a kind of hypnotism: your writing rituals, whatever they are, signal to your subconscious (your “muse” in this case) that you’re ready to dream. Come out, come out, wherever you are, ollie ollie oxen free! We’re here, and we’re in the right frame of mind. We’re susceptible. (Finally! An explanation for why I require my magic writing pen!)

Old Uncle Stevie certainly would not disagree with me that the story is the king. However you arrive at that story, whatever rituals you require to summon your subconscious, you do you. Whether you outline (as I do) or let your subconscious handle that part, whether you start with theme and symbolism or work those in on revision, and whether you work at a small desk under the eaves in a quiet room with the door shut, or scribbling long hand in a notebook while in the middle of a crowded train (as I do), it is the right thing to do. You do you, and write on with your bad self. And if you read a book of writing advice, take the parts that make sense, and ignore the ones that don’t.

Even if the advice is coming from someone whose books have sold over 350 million copies.

Quote Monday has a hard life

Ollie: “What if you didn’t have a butt? You’d have a really hard life.”

Me: “Actually, there *are* rules in war. For example, you can’t use poisonous gas.”
Ollie: “What’s poisonous gas?”
Me: “Well, what does it sound like?”
Ollie: <fart noise>

Evelyn: “Okay! I’ve thought of a name for an invention, now I just need to think of the invention!”

They say it’s mostly marketing…

Writing, Year 7

This post is a bit late in coming, but I just haven’t had a chance to put it together. I have to admit that I was dragging my feet a little bit; it used to be kind of fun to put these together, and now it seems more like a chore. So maybe I’ll do it a little bit different, or something. Still, I think there is value in putting statistics and real numbers out there, both for my future self to look back on, and for newer writers. I certainly loved posts like this when I was just starting out.

7 years already. Wow! Some days I still feel like such a newbie, and other days I feel like an old hat. On one hand I have accomplished so much more than I ever thought I would (Analog! Year’s Best! Translations! Adaptations!), on the other hand I see so many more things that I haven’t accomplished (Magazines I haven’t been in! Anthologies I haven’t been invited to! Awards I haven’t been considered for! People I’d like to meet in person!)

Last year I made 150 submissions, up from 123 the year before. I had 7 acceptances, which is the same as the year before. I guess technically that is worse (more submissions for the same number of acceptances), but I had a full 30 more personal responses than the year before (for a total of 50), so that’s somewhat reassuring.

I also made $924 last year, more than the total combined from all my previous years writing. $1,837.70 (my lifetime earnings) isn’t much of a salary for 7 years of work, but it’s not nothing, either. If you’ve got to have a hobby, you might as well have one that pays you, rather than the other way around.

The majority of last year’s money came from “corporate” science fiction writing, so who knows if that will continue into this year. In fact, I’m expecting a bit of a drop off this year in any case, as I will probably produce a lot less stories (thanks, Alex!). I remember previous baby-years, when I was only able to write 4 or 5 stories.

Specific highlights from last year include:

I always feel my latest stories are my best, but I do feel like I have recently “leveled up” my skills. I don’t think it would be much fun if I didn’t feel like I was improving, or that I was stalled out.

Here’s to another productive year! Onward and upward!

 

The Post Office Strikes Again

There are few things more terrifying (and more commonplace at our house) than the dreaded “WE CARE” note from the USPS:

IMG_6611

“We’re really sorry that we absolutely mangled yet another piece of your mail, but you understand that it’s really necessary in order to allow us to provide the most expeditious distribution possible. Better on time than in one piece we always say!”

At least it wasn’t fragile like the last one (less than a month ago, I might add).

I guess the post office must be hurting for money, because they’ve decided they can only deliver 60% of our mail. That’s okay, I guess, except I do take a little issue with how they’ve decided to implement the policy…

IMG_6612

Needless to say Santa isn’t really thrilled with his handling either.

IMG_6613

Oooh, I get it: it’s a fill in the blank! Anybody have a guess as to what kind of card Tony meant to send us?

A) “&@*#” Everything
B) “You Are My” Everything
C) “Man I Trust the USPS With” Everything
D) “I, Tony, Being of Sound Mind and Body, Am Leaving You” Everything

(Knowing Tony, it was most likely A)

Parenting Check In

So, I’ve been a little short on time lately, and consequently updates have been sparse on the ground. We’re here, still surviving.

I remember this with the other kids as well: the first 2 weeks are relatively nice. Baby pretty much just wakes up for pictures, then goes back to sleep. Generally agreeable. Suckers you in. Then, just when you think, “Hey, babies aren’t that bad!” *BOOM* The real baby shows up.

Just kidding. He’s really not so bad, but there have been two developments:

  1. Kid got his full set of pipes.
  2. Now that he’s a little more awake and alert, he’s taking a significant portion of that awake/alertness during the night.

If Alex could write, he would definitely write me a letter like this. Poor daddy, last in love again. Naturally, he’s most happy with Sara, and big sister and big brother will always be interesting, but daddy mostly only shows up to take him away from mommy (i.e. hold him for 5 seconds to let Sara go to the bathroom). Usually the sight of my face alone is enough to send him into a fit (yeah yeah, you feel the same way, hardy har har).

The way it works is that Sara is basically welded to Alex, and I take care of Evie and Ollie. Unfortunately, neither of those roles is really a one person job, so we both could use help from the other. It really goes to show you that raising children is meant to be a multi-generational thing. Takes a village to raise a child and all that.

To that end, I want to say thank you to everybody who has helped us out over the last few weeks. Whether it was picking the kids up from school, or watching Alex while we got some sleep, or keeping him occupied while we run around and fold laundry, or all of you who have brought us food.

Seriously on the food thing! Every few days another *HUGE* meal shows up (which usually lasts us a couple of days). It has been so helpful just to not even worry about that part of it, and I sincerely thank you all for taking the time and love to make us your favorite meals. They have been extremely appreciated.

The upside of Alex getting older is that we’re just now entering into the “he’s aware of people” stage, and just in the past few days he has started to smile. Absolutely nothing in the world is better than a big, ear-splitting, baby smile. It’s just an expression of pure joy, and it lights up his whole face. “Did that human-shaped head-thing just *moo* at me?? How delightful!”

If I’ve learned anything, it’s that there are worse ways to spend your time than pursuing baby smiles.