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It just must have been the day for it. I heard the same question so many times today that I started to wonder if I was in Groundhog Dog or if someone was just messing with me.

Every second person wanted to be introduced to a literary agent (one in four wanted to be introduced to a publisher). Some gentle questioning revealed that in most cases, none of them had actually written anything. Not a short story, not a paragraph, not an article for the local paper or the Girl Guides’ monthly newsletter – certainly not a novel. Cart meet horse.

Having given a lecture today on balancing your work life and your creative life, and having done a large chunk of talking about planning, setting goals, task lists and actually achieving things (helped muchly by Jeff VanderMeer’s Booklife), I kind of took exception to this. I mean, it’s lovely to have decided on the spur of the moment to ‘become’ a writer. It’s cute that some people seem to think it’s (a) easy and (b) the path to instant fame and fortune. But as someone who has devoted a lot of time and energy to learning and improving my craft, and who has made a lot of sacrifices in the past five years to be a writer, it annoyed me to deal with people who were (a) ill-informed, (b) didn’t know that they were ill-informed, and (c) had a sense of entitlement.

Here’s an idea: write first. Build a publications list and a profile/platform. Earn the right to look for an agent. An agent is looking for a book to sell on your behalf – if you don’t have a book, what can you possibly bring to the deal? A sense of entitlement ain’t gonna cut it – a trap for young players, I know. Calling yourself a writer, deciding to be a writer, does not necessarily make you a writer – as is said in Throw Momma From The Train ‘A writer writes’. Go write something, then talk to me. Prove you can do it.

It’s like the Far Side cartoon: pants first, then shoes. Write first, then find agent.

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Horn
by Peter M Ball

http://www.twelfthplanetpress.com
Book Launch – Sunday June 7th, Conjecture, Adelaide

There’s a dead girl in a dumpster and a unicorn on the loose – and no-one knows how bad that combination can get better than Miriam Aster. What starts as a consulting job for city homicide quickly becomes a tangled knot of unexpected questions, and working out the link between the dead girl and the unicorn will draw Aster back into the world of the exiled fey she thought she’d left behind ten years ago. All in all, Miriam Aster isn’t happy. The last time she worked a case like this it cost her a badge, a partner, and her life.

This time things are going to get much, much worse.

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I’d like to draw your attention to this little tome, The Lifted Brow #4. It has all sorts of writing-y and music-y goodness going for it. Lyrics by Neil Gaiman on the CDs, stories by writers as amazing as Karen Russell and Rick Moody, among others.

It can be acquired from http://www.theliftedbrow.com/. It’s a miscellany in the truest sense of the word.

Oh and Brow #5 will be out in June or July – it’s a spec-fic special. Go, get, love.

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Thinky Thinkerton has booked the smallest room in Hotel Brain and has been contemplating authorial authority (yes, she’s a nerd with a lot of time on her hands). Basically, I’ve been wondering this: how do you make your readers believe you?

I ask purely because as fiction writers we are, by our very natures, professional liars. To be a convincing teller of porkies in Real Life™, the best thing you can do is keep your untruths as close to the truth as possible. Creating giant fictions in which space monsters descended and ate your homework is unlikely to get any supporters. Any lie too complex to remember the details of will get you found out very quickly (mmm, perhaps this gives away too much about me.) But a piece of fiction, the kind that adheres to the page, is a complex lie. If your work involves dragons, pixies, wo/men from Mars, boy wizards, creatures from the dark side of the veil, anything out of the ordinary, how do you make that as close to the truth as possible?

Short answer: you really don’t.

Long answer: so what do you put in its place? How about authorial authority? Lots of vowels there, for which I apologise, and I guess it’s not the only answer but it is the one that’s working for me at the moment.

How do you get your reader to willingly suspend disbelief? My clever writer friend, Brendan Carson (who lives at http://brendandcarson.blog.com/) pointed out at Clarion South recently that we (i.e. the people of our tribe: nerds, geeks, etc) are wonder junkies. Just like Mulder, we do want to believe – we are already predisposed to accepting the unbelievable. Start a sentence with “So, there’s this flying donkey” and when many others will step slowly (or quickly) away from you, the wonder junkies will narrow their eyes, consider you for a moment and say “Okay, I’m listening.” So, how do you keep them listening/reading? How do you convince what is at once your most willing and yet most demanding and sceptical audience?

I’m going to start with authority. The reader needs to believe that the writer knows what s/he is talking about; that the writer has not only seen the flying donkey, but has spoken to it (possibly over coffee or cocktails) and knows everything there is to know about the flying donkey. Has the writer conducted an autopsy on the flying donkey? If it’s a clockwork flying donkey, does the writer know where the key is and whether to wind in a clockwise or anticlockwise direction? If the donkey has a ballet lesson at 4pm every Tuesday, does the author know this? This is the sort of detail that doesn’t need to make it into the story (indeed probably shouldn’t), but the reader needs to feel that the writer knows this.

So, what gives your writing authority? What makes a reader think you know what you’re talking about? Well, it’s a mixed bag, but the two big things that stand out for me are clarity and specificity.

Clarity comes back to how you express yourself and knowing what you want to say in the first place. If your language is so flowery and adjectivally burdened that a reader feels like they’re drowning in words then you’ve failed. It takes a lot of skill and practice to make a baroque sentence work. If your words get between the reader and the ideas then your work lacks clarity – how can a reader believe your story (your ‘literary lies’) if you aren’t granting them proper access? You can throw in as many lovely, elaborate words as you like, but if the effect is basically sewing sequins on top of more sequins then adding some ostrich feathers, a bit of brocade, dabbing on glitter-glue, some buttons, and some more sequins then you’d better make damned sure you’ve enough skill to make that work – or just be heading out to Mardi Gras. Unnecessary words steal the clarity of your story; they obfuscate, pull a veil over your meaning and made a reader go ‘huh?’ Without clarity, your authority is in question.

Clarity’s best friend is specificity. Say what you mean, call a spade a spade, make your language clean and lean. Don’t be ambiguous as a matter of course or because you’re lazy or because you don’t know enough – an intelligent reader will know pretty quickly if you’re just making it up as you go along. Sometimes a paragraph (or indeed a page) of description may as well be replaced with [INSERT SPECIFICITY HERE]. Are you using too many words? Is there one word that will do the work of eight? Are you trying to describe a game of chicken between two strong-willed individuals? The word ‘brinkmanship’ can encompass everything you need and it can save you space on a page J. It also has a huge, rich pool of meaning under its skin and what it communicates to your reader is a cultural content that you may well lose by using a bunch of other words that almost get there but ultimately miss the mark.

One of my favourite books at the moment is How Not to Write a Novel: 200 Mistakes to Avoid at All Costs if You Ever Want to Get Published by Sandra Newman and Howard Mittelmark (Penguin, 2008). It’s funny and clever and filled with practical advice. One of my favourite parts is extracted below because it demonstrates a lack of both clarity and specificity and shows how the writer is completely without authority. In fact, if authority was a pair of trousers the author would be feeling a draft in the nether regions.

“Now that he had finally reached Paris, Chip understood why they called it the City of Lights. It was the lights! There was something special about Paris that was indescribable. It was so different than being back home in Terre Haute. There was something he couldn’t put his finger on, a certain … je ne sais quoi! He finally understood what they meant by that!

He bit into his Big Mac and, just as he’d always known it would, even a Big Max tasted different here – the difference was unbelievable! It was something he had entirely missed out on all his life … until now. It was awesome.” (p.13 of How Not to Write a Novel, Newman & Mittelmark).

What has this told the reader? Paris, lights, Big Mac, indescribably different. Uh huh. Even the gentle reader will want her/his money back.

Why do we believe Neil Gaiman when he tells us a little girl has a talking cat and her parents have been kidnapped by a false mother with button eyes? Why do we believe Angela Carter when she tells us that men with eyebrows joining in the middle become werewolves? Or Jeff VanderMeer when he tells us that people are disintegrating into mushrooms?  Or M John Harrison when he tells us that there’s been an infinity of different space drives and they all really work just fine? When Joan D Vinge says there’s a world with a poisonous atmosphere inhabited by bird-like people with vestigial wings? When Miéville casually drops in that criminals are punished by being remade either with grafted mechanical or animal parts? When Kelly Link tells us anything at all?

They have authority because their writing has clarity and specificity. We are convinced that they know what they’re talking about. They have earned the right to tell us stories because they have convinced us that they are masters of their tale.

 

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http://www.jeffvandermeer.com/2009/04/21/booklife-turned-innow-it-begins/

I have been fortunate enough to beta-read this and everything in it is useful and wise. On at least four occasions I found solutions to writerly problems I was suffering. Best of all, it’s written by a writer – a real writer who’s already experienced and overcome the issues and offers up sensible, workable solutions for creating a successful booklife.

I cannot recommend this highly enough to newbies, mid-career writers and old hands – in fact, creatives of all kinds can get something from this book. Go forth, seek it out, read it in a voracious manner.

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“I know more about cemeteries than most people. My mother used to take me weekly to visit my father’s grave. My earliest memories are of stone angels and rusting fences. No real feelings beyond a vague sense of having missed out. I do remember my mother, her long dark hair draped around her shoulders like a mourning shawl. If my father was a ghost, my mother was a ragged Ophelia …”

http://www.dailycabal.com/

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*snurched from Girlie Jones’ LJ (Apr. 21st, 2009 at 10:11 AM)

Pimping Aussie Short Stories today.

Here’s the collective Not if You Were the Last Short Story on Earth http://community.livejournal.com/lastshortstory/2008/12/03/ best of 2008 short story reading list:

The Last Great House of Isla Tortuga…Peter M. Ball (Dreaming Again)
On the Finding of Photographs of My Former Loves… Peter M. Ball (Fantasy)
As We Know It… Lyn Battersby (Borderlands #10)
The Metawhore’s Tale… Lee Battersby (Canterbury 2100)
Seven Ages of the Protagonist… Deborah Biancotti (Scary Food)
Watertight Lies… Deborah Biancotti (2012)
Oh Russia… Simon Brown (2012)
The Empire… Simon Brown (Dreaming Again)
A Thousand Natural Shocks… Simon Brown (Borderlands #10)
Neverland Blues… Adam Browne (Dreaming Again)
The Glass Girl Looks Back… Stephanie Campisi (Shimmer)
A Pox on All Your Houses… Stephanie Campisi (Dog vs Sandwich)
The Gnomogist’s Tale… Matthew Chrulew (Canterbury 2100)
Crystal Nights… Greg Egan (Interzone #215)
Angel Rising… Dirk Flinthart (Twelfth Planet Press)
This is Not My Story… Dirk Flinthart (ASIM #37)
Her Collection of Intimacy… Paul Haines (Black #2)
Creeping in Reptile Flesh… Robert Hood (Creeping in Reptile Flesh)
Unravelling… Robert Hood (Creeping in Reptile Flesh)
The New Deal… Trent Jamieson (Dreaming Again)
Machine Maid… Margo Lanagan (Extraordinary Engines)
The Goosle… Margo Lanagan (Del Rey Book of SF/F)
The Janus’s Tale… Penelope Love (Canterbury 2100)
The Constant Past… Sean McMullen (Dreaming Again)
The Funeral, Ruined… Ben Peek (Paper Cities)
David Bowie… Ben Peek (2012)
I Love You Like Water… Angela Slatter (2012)
The Hummingbird Heart… Angela Slatter (Shimmer)
Palisade… Cat Sparks (Clockwork Phoenix)
Ass-Hat Magic Spider… Scott Westerfeld (The Starry Rift)

You want to vote? One simply emails ones nominations to the committee at this stage: ditmars@conjecture2009.org

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