Notebook March 10, 2009
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I’ve finally gotten around to carrying a notebook with me wherever I go — to class, work, and such — and I haven’t had something work as well as people have told me before. It’s a wonderful thing to always have paper on hand, for whenever some unusual idea strikes, but having something specific to put them all in, small enough to carry anywhere, but large enough to write more than a word or two per line really makes everything worthwhile.
Of course, I’ve done this with other notebooks before, but I ended up with a smaller sized three subject notebook, that I can more easily tell is not one of my school books, and is divided up so I can work on a few stories at once (which I am always doing, even though I probably shouldn’t). We’ll see how long it lasts before I end up putting it down in favor of some other notebook, but I don’t think I’ve found something so useful to write with since I realized Notepad was much easier to write in than Word or OpenOffice (especially OpenOffice, for me at least). But that’s another story for later, when I’m not staring down midterms and multiple papers.
Back from the Bookstore March 8, 2009
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I love bookstores. There’s always something to be found, looked at, considered, and, given how much I get paid from my part time job, put back on the shelf dejectedly and walk away empty-handed. Okay, well, technically, this time, I bought Night Watch by Sergi Lukyanenko, but there’s plenty of other things I would have loved to have gotten too. Besides, that’s . . . research for monster stories and horror and such. ^_^;
Of course, I went to the writer’s section too. I’ve come across plenty of great books on writing, and there are lots that I still keep trying to collect the capital to obtain. But there’s just so many ridiculous titles: “20 Ridiculously Awesome Plots!” , “How to Sell your Novel Guaranteed*! (*Not Guaranteed)” “Make Writer’s Block Your *****!” Okay, yeah, none of these were real (though some were based off real titles), but it always amazes me to see these on the shelves. I don’t know who buys them, I don’t know who writes them and thinks it’s going to work, and I don’t know how much money they make, which is probably why I don’t understand the second part. Maybe that’s because every other book I’ve read on writing eviscerates these books with a wooden spoon.
There are some awesome writing books out there. Stephen King’s On Writing, all three of Noah Lukeman’s books, John Dufresne’s The Lie that Tells a Truth, and, of course, the amazing, awesome, and unbelievable How to Write Science Fiction & Fantasy by Orson Scott Card (since I haven’t finished reading Strunk & White’s Elements of Style yet, I needed a placeholder).
I think, reading those first, and realizing that writing wouldn’t ever be easy, is all that keeps me from buying those. I can see why people want those books: if they were true, they can write, they can get published, and that pretty much solves everything, doesn’t it. Everyone has times where they get scared about these things. I do. A book like those, with the “master plots” and “sure fire strategies” sure would calm my nerves faster than a couple beers or a shot of sake. If only, if only. But, as far as I know, they’re not true, or at least not true enough to make things all that much easier.
Back Again March 7, 2009
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I’ve been trying to write something for this all day and failing, so now I’m going to write something rather pointless instead. I’ve finished an anime I’ve been meaning to watch for almost two years, I’ve found an amazingly atmospheric game that shows a complete story without a single line of text or dialogue withing the game; but whenever I try to write about those, I get nothing, so now I’m going for the reverse.
The Telescopic Text December 3, 2008
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This is an interesting little experiment that I came across on another blog, mostly on design, but it has some interesting things for writers as well. It’s called Telescopic Text, and it’s just a sentence that can be expanded into a longer, more complex sentence, by clicking on the words. In the end, it always becomes the same thing, but it’s an interesting thing to check out. While the design thing is probably a more interesting element, the actual fact of looking at the writing expand and become more descriptive is another good thing to check out, as a lot of people, myself included, don’t describe things well. Here’s an actual sentence, “I made tea.” being built out into a full paragraph, full of asides, ideas, actions, and sensory effects. Check it out at: Telescopic Text by Joe Davis
Ten Thousand Hours December 2, 2008
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Malcom Gladwell, author of both Blink and The Tipping Point, has recently released his newest work, Outliers: The Story of Success. And, due to that sort of an opening sentence, you can guess that I am currently reading, and am a strident fan of, Malcom Gladwell’s work, and his newest book as well. Like always, though, something caught my attention, different from the rest (at least so far; I still haven’t gotten to the part where they talk about plane crashes).
He offers a rule for success, the 10,000 hour rule, which states, if you look at the masters of any field of work, they all practiced a minimum of 10,000 hours to master their craft. Art, literature, music, science, mathematics, computer programming, he offers many examples. I don’t feel like going into the book and searching them out right now for other reasons, but they are there. It’s nothing special, when you think about it. Everyone seems to mention that the most important part of any occupation, whether sports or creative or academic, constant practice with whatever medium that is used is the most important. Writing is just the same. I’ve heard other ways of saying this, though I cannot remember the names of the people, such as the famous quote of some Violinist to a fan.
Fan: I would give my life to play like you.
Violinist: I did.
Practice is hard. Doesn’t matter what for, it’s hard, dirty, and oftentimes what comes out of it is pretty useless. (I should know; I read some of my poems I did for practice — boy was that a s***storm and a half) But everyone says it’s important, mainly because, it is. Maybe I don’t have the right to say that yet, but I’m fairly certain, one day, I will have the authority to say that, if only because the bile I spew forth onto clean white paper is so bad from fiction-writing-brain-cells atrophying over the years from lack of mental exercise.
I used to write a lot more than I do recently. I’ve written hundreds of pages for one or two stories, and had the energy to keep going on and on beyond them. But that was some time ago. And for all the writing and working I did, then all the way until now, I don’t think it was ten thousand hours. Maybe four thousand, which, according to the music scale which is used as the primary example, would put me at a perfect place for a middle school music teacher. Hot diggidy damn. Maybe, if I really squeezed, I could get six thousand, which is just enough to not be sucky.
I want to go back to writing again. I miss it. Every time I stop writing, and then go back, I realize more and more how important it is to me. I don’t want to write. I need to write. It’s wonderful to be able to think that sometimes, because at least some part of me then knows that it will be forced to keep writing until the day I die. If it was only a want, I need to be doubly sure to make room for it, to set aside hours to write and compose. But a need, that’s different. That will grab you by the throat in the middle of the night, while spending time with your love the day before she leaves and say “GET OFF YOUR FAT ASS, D*****T!” I know. That was last night, and it felt like a relief to just sit and write again, not just for class, but because I wanted to write a story. Barely got a page done, and it’s clear how ridiculously hard the story I’m trying to write now will be, but it’s started.
I’m going to keep writing here, if only to make sure I have to write, a little bit at least, every day. I don’t know how well that will go. I’m not a consistent, dependable person. I shirk a lot. I procrastinate more than I shirk. And I’ve left a lot of projects by the wayside and forgotten. So, should you come across this discarded blog post some five years in the future, you know what happened. But even if I should fail into nothingness, I wish you the best of luck yourselves, those of you who . . . well, those of you who do anything.
On Writing: Hiroki Endo September 1, 2008
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There are a lof of ways to think about writing and craft, and while I’m going to do a lot, this was one of many times I found someone else who could express it better than I could ever hope to. The following was written by the author of the Japanese manga series Eden: It’s an Endless World, by Hiroki Endo:
