Posts Tagged ‘Fantasy’

A Return and an Update

March 20, 2014

So much for a post a week huh?

I bet both of you are wondering where I’ve been. The short answer, which is almost always the answer you should give, is working my ass off. Between teaching and finishing a trilogy of novels, there just hasn’t been a great deal of time left over for blogging. It’s probably more fair to say that I haven’t made time, but that amounts to the same thing.

The reason for returning to blogging, though, is that said trilogy of novels is done, and even better, they have a publisher.

“Done,” of course, is a relative term. Three books exist in draft form, with the first of the three having had the most attention paid to it.

But the bigger news, of course, is the publisher!

The Paladin Trilogy found a home with Santa Fe Writer’s Project and the first book will be appearing in spring of 2016, with remaining two books in the following two years. A great deal of work is done, but a great deal remains to do before April 2016 rolls around. As I engage in that work, I am also going to make a more genuine effort to connect online with my fellow SF/F fans (and hopefully writers, of all stripe, but especially SF/F) via this blog and twitter. How am I going to do that, you ask?

Well, actually creating some content seems like a start. So what do I aim to do? Well, what does anybody do on the internet; blare my thoughts into the void, that’s what. Thoughts on what I’m reading, or watching, or listening to, thoughts on how the revision of my novels is coming along, whether I place any new poems or engage in any new projects. Here’s hoping the void shouts back.

The next two posts I have in mind will cover some “stats” on trilogy writing; when I started, how many words I wrote, that kind of thing. Beyond that, I think I want to write a little post on the elements of an action scene, or a fight scene. I don’t claim to write the best of them but I think I have a decent approach, and I feel like I can break it down pretty well. Teaching writing is the other thing I do besides write. Probably the only other thing, during the school year, anyway. Enough of my yakkin’. Go forth, read, write, but maybe come back by here sometime.

 

 

One post a week? HAH.

September 29, 2013

Sooooo my goal of getting one post on here a week has fallen utterly flat. The pressures of the school year workload combined with plugging away at the novel MS.

For what it’s worth, said MS is at nearly 125k words, and I began work on it in June. That’s probably not enough writing, or at least I constantly feel as though it isn’t, but it seems like a respectable pace. Of course, I seem to be considering splitting this particular manuscript into two novels. This potential course of action is fraught with peril and strewn with traps and risks the ridicule, scorn, and seething hatred of my alpha readers. On the other hand, I wonder whether a trilogy can remain a trilogy if the third book is significantly longer than books one and two.

By significantly, I mean, oh, sixty thousand words or so longer. Because that’s the length this is headed to (250k or so).

That being said, I’m going to deal with this the way I deal with all problems in the manuscript.

I’m going to ignore it.

That’s right, ignore it. I’ve been following a simple mantra all along, and for the first time in my life it’s working and allowing me to actually finish a project. Four words.

Write now. Fix later.

I don’t pay attention to a single error until I’m done with the first draft. Not one, unless it’s a massive continuity-wrecking mistake, or I realize the day after I wrote something that it was really quite terrible. Now, believe me, this makes working on subsequent drafts a tremendous pain in the ass. I wind up wincing at some of the things I thought were clever or well written. I engage in massive rewrites and cut out chunks of text I thought were golden. But the key point here is that the first draft gets finished. I honestly believe that I’ve finally stumbled my way into the process that actually works for me. There’s no outlines or schemes or sketches or marginalia (that’s to be explored in a separate post). There’s just adding to the narrative every day (or nearly every day) and driving the story forward until it gets to where I want it to end. That’s it.

In the meantime, maybe I can try and maintain a pace of a couple of posts a month.

Eliot was wrong.

August 21, 2013

It’s actually September that’s the cruelest month*.

Why, do you ask? Well, that should be obvious. Note how it says “teacher” on the about/FAQ. Yes, the summer is drawing to a close, and while I won’t see students till next week, tomorrow is the first day since early June that I have to haul myself out of bed at an unreasonable time in the morning and and face the commute and everything that comes after it.

Let’s not get anything wrong here; I’m happy to be employed. I genuinely enjoy a lot of my interactions with students, and there are several I like to think I can count as friends since they’ve moved on. I have the benefit of mostly teaching them at the very end of their primary schooling, when they are seniors and have had the time and the education to develop into interesting people.

And yet (of course there’s a but, haha, see what I did there), I am not a man who would, if left to his own devices, choose early rising, a long commute, and the bulk of my day spent away from home. I’d rather be at home, writing, annoying my cats, watching baseball, day drinking, and so forth. Who wouldn’t? Madmen, that’s who.

At any rate, I thought I’d use this to reflect a little on the summer and how much I wrote, what I read, and so forth.

I made my first contact with some authors I should’ve started reading a long time ago, Jack Vance and Elmore Leonard. The former is quite simply required reading if you want to write fantasy fiction (which I do) and the latter the same for crime/noir fiction (which I love, but don’t write). Unfortunately both authors passed away almost immediately after I began reading them. Now I’m a little gun shy when it comes to diving into any other established author for the first time. The rule of three and all that. I read Neil Gaiman’s newest novel, The Ocean at the End of the Lane, and thought for the first twenty pages I wasn’t going to like it. I was incorrect in the end, of course, but it was touch and go for a while there. I read and loved Saladin Ahmed’s Throne of the Crescent Moon and Paul Cornell’s London Falling, though the latter did some harsh things to my beloved West Ham United. The best novel I read this summer was almost certainly Guy Gavriel Kay’s River of Stars, but that’s generally true of any season when a Guy Gavriel Kay novel is published; it’s going to be the best thing I read in that time frame.

I didn’t read very much poetry this summer, which I alternate between feeling bad about and not missing much. I paged through some of my favorites, Stevens and Ivor Gurney mostly, but I tend to do that with Stevens and any one other particular poet fairly often anyway. I certainly didn’t really write any poetry, maybe one or two poems that I sort of began and wandered away from. I’m beginning to wonder, truly wonder, if I have just passed beyond the point where writing poetry is something I care enough about to devote significant time to any longer. This is a pretty significant possible turning point for me, given that I spent 10 years in higher education trying to become a poet, culminating in an M.F.A. I wouldn’t necessarily trade that degree or the experience I had in George Mason’s program, but something in me has just worn away as the years have rolled on from graduating in 2008. Somewhere in the past few years, 2011 seems like a good bet, I decided to choose writing SF/F over writing poetry.

I read quite a lot of great comics this summer, like Fred van Lente’s/Clayton Henry’s always clever, never for-a-panel boring reboot of Archer and Armstrong, Jim Zub’s/Edwin Huang’s glorious Skullkickers, the incredible Brian K Vaughn/Fiona Staples Saga, but probably most of all Matt Fraction’s/David Aja’s Hawkeye. That’s just the surface, of course, with plenty more on the pile every month.

That’s right; I read more comic books than I did poetry this summer. I find myself totally at peace with this choice, and in a future post I might try explaining why.

And how much fiction did I write? Before I began writing today, over eighty thousand words of it. Eighty-three thousand, three hundred and thirty one, to be precise. I often wonder if, given the amount of time available to me in the summer, the number shouldn’t be a great deal higher. Maybe I should’ve spent more time editing/revising the previous novels, but I’d been doing nothing but that from early February, when I finished the second book, to June 14, when I started the third. In that time both of those books certainly got a good deal better, the first especially. But man cannot live on revision alone, especially when another book (and frankly, another set in the same world, though with different characters and ideas in play) is battering to get out of your head, eventually you have to start writing it down or it’ll disappear. I still feel as though eighty thousand words is good progress for a little over two months of work.

Are my books any closer to getting published? Who knows? I sure don’t. At the very beginning of the summer I received an extremely positive agent rejection, which praised the world-building, characters, action, pacing, and exposition, but a rejection is still a rejection. Most of the others have been a good deal less responsive, which is basically to be expected. I’ve gotten more stock replies than I have tailored rejections. Not that I’m going to be deterred by rejection, but it is a little hard to measure whether I’m making progress in the salability of the work, or in how I am presenting it. The entire manuscript of the first novel is with a publisher I queried directly in February, who responded in May asking to read the book. Not a word since, but publishers are busy folk and I will wait as patiently as I am able.

I feel confident that the start of school won’t interrupt my progress on book three, and the subsequent revision of the entire project. I didn’t crash to a halt in the 2011-2012 or 2012-2013 school years. While I’m not likely to be putting up forty thousand words a month while also teaching World Literature and Composition and Creative Writing and whatever else it is I’ll wind up doing this year, but I will keep working at it, keep searching for the figure in the block of stone. What I need to remind myself is that any time spent writing is a net positive, that I need to focus on the part I can control, that being the quality of the work and how I pitch it. I’m not particularly good at focusing only on things I can control (thus, sports fandom). But I think I am pretty good at this writing stuff. Sort of ok, anyway. Passable. Plenty of room to improve. Going to keep at it, anyway.

*Eliot was wrong about myriad things, that’s for sure. Pretty much any time Eliot and Stevens clash, I’m going to be on the side of Stevens. You can keep your “Wasteland,” I’ll be over here reading superior poems like “Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction” and especially “Esthétique du Mal.”

What’s it about?

August 13, 2013

During the school year I often teach a special elective “Creative Writing” class for high school students. Most of them want to write science fiction/fantasy (SF/F) which is fine with me, since that’s what I’m writing, and much of what I read. One of the assignments I give them is to write a deceptively simple statement. It looks something like this:

In one sentence, tell me what your story is about.

I give them a week to answer that question. The answers I get vary widely, and while I won’t reproduce any of the answers here, they tend to look and sound something like this.

“A world where corporations have taken over and infect people with lycanthropy, sort of.”

“A mercenary company in a future dystopia where everyone lives underground.”

“A zombie apocalypse in a medieval fantasy world.”

“A war between humans and aliens told from the perspective of the aliens.”

My expectation in giving this assignment is that most, if not all, of my students will answer in this way; with a setting, or an idea, or the germ of one, but not any actual grasp on what their story is about. The point of the exercise is to teach them that setting isn’t a story by itself, and frankly neither is plot. You need both of them, yes, but if you really want to write the best story you can write (and you should always want to, which is a topic for another time) your story needs to be about something.

As examples, then, I tend to turn to works I can count on their familiarity with to make my point. An example:

The Lord of the Rings is about the refusal to meet power with power; in fact it is about the refusal of power being the strongest, most heroic act any individual can perform.”

Star Wars (the original trilogy) is about the bond between father and son overcoming, and ultimately undoing, a great evil.”

Hellboy is about proving that nurture is ultimately more powerful than nature.”

Batman Begins is an exploration of fear, how it forms and informs our existence, how we can be empowered or destroyed by our response to it.”

Now, are these statements over-simplifications? Absolutely. You could write dozens of such sentences about each of the above properties, and be correct. The point of the exercise is that, in addition to memorable characters, vivid setting, and exciting plots, stories like The Lord of the Rings, Batman Begins, Star Wars, and Hellboy are all about something. I believe that if you want to write good fiction, you’ve got to be writing about something, and that’s what I’m aiming to do. Just what my story is about is a discussion for another post.

In the comments, feel free to add your own “what’s it about?” sentences for the above named properties, or any other favorites. I look forward to hearing them.