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    Are We The Popular Kids Yet?

    Betsy Dornbusch

    (whose book Exile launches in eBook tomorrow! Woot!)

    When I was a kid I saw Star Wars IV seventeen times in the theater. I got a lot of street cred in the 4th grade from that, though it had less to do with the actual movie and more to do with overindulgence. Overindulgence to the immature has long meant social acceptance.

    But really, I didn’t think of Star Wars as geeky, or myself as geeky. The only mainstream-acknowledge SF book I’d read to that point was L’Engle’s A Wrinkle In Time (which I still don’t love to this day). Of course most kids’ books were and are fantasy, maybe even some of the earliest widespread urban fantasy even though most of it took place in the country: like EB White’s trifecta: Charlotte’s Web, Stuart Little, The Trumpet of the Swan. My favorite show as a kid was Fantasy Island; despite the title I didn’t think of it as fantasy. Star Trek was just okay to me. I didn’t think of The Narnia Chronicles as fantasy until well after adulthood. Actually I disregarded it when I finished the series. The whole “religious trick” at the end put me off it for several years—yeah, a little slow on the Christian symbolism uptake as a kid. Napoleon Dynamite’s “liger” still makes me laugh; I’ve got reams of drawings of mixed-up animals in my basement. But all I knew was people thought I was a pretty good artist. Later, as an adult and teacher, I chalked up fantasy in kids’ books as based on the fairy tales kids have loved through the ages. It was something you were supposed to give up for thrillers and mysteries and romances as you grew up. Well, hell, I read all those, too.

    Clearly, though, I wasn’t mainstream. I was teased and bullied for much of my school years. But I never associated my likes with other kids’ seeming hatred of me. After all, I had no friends in middle school. Who would I even tell that I was watching Tom Baker’s Dr. Who religiously, read LOTR over and over, still listened to my Star Wars double album soundtrack, or that I was writing my first novel? I’m pretty sure the teasing was from the wandering gaze behind my big-frame glasses and the braces. Don’t even get me started on the pony-tails and claw bangs.

    But, as so often is the case: Beer to the rescue! Fast forward to my late teens and twenties. At some point I let those interests go, not out of social concerns but because I was socially busy. I’d come into my own. Despite dabbling for a few years in the SCA, (which I still miss and still wish I had time for) I wasn’t a geek anymore.  I bleached my hair and learned how to act in social situations. I even married a guy who was, like, normal. I had two adorable kids.

    And then, I started writing again. I think my personal geek-cred comes from my enjoying what I want and fucking-off the rest, which is what being a geek has been all along. I like fantasy, some SF, not so much films or gaming, though I’ve done some obsessive online RPGing in my day. Do I look like a geek on the outside? Probably not. Fuck that, too.

    Besides, there’s a lot of talk about F/SF hitting the mainstream. Maybe, if recent movies and GRR Martin are any indication. But SF/F/comic elements in film aren’t new. How many Superman movies have there been, anyway? I wouldn’t know, I’m not a comic fan.

    Despite mainstream “acceptance” of my geek likes, I often have less a sense of fitting in than ever, not really in geekdom, nor in my neighborhood, a charming place with fantastic schools I like to call Stepford. I write some erotica (try talking about that on the SF panel circuit or at PTA), I write violent male characters (should I have used a pseudonym? Should I have put my picture on the back jacket flap? Maybe I should let my hair go back to brown and wear glasses again…) and I’m about to launch into more space opera (hyperdrive, anyone?) I wonder if there are regions where Exile won’t sell well because it’s got a dark-skinned guy on the cover and a white chick on the back flap. I certainly am aware that my unsold future religious dystopian thriller with gay protagonists won’t go over well in certain quarters. Thing is, I’m mostly beyond caring what people think, and maybe that’s the point, right?

    Am I mainstream? Is SF/F mainstream? Hell, look at my FB feed. SF/F is my mainstream. I don’t care what’s in your feed. But I do get the vague sense that I’m not the only one who doesn’t care what other people like (until we can bond over it). SF/F at large no longer cares either. In that sense, I think geekdom has grown since the turn of the century.

    Oh, and I still haven’t seen the gangnam video. I’ve got violent SF/F novels to write, a stack of books to read, and Tard Vader Cat  memes to share.

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  • I rarely have a problem coming up with ideas. In fact, my problem is too many ideas. Every news story and history book has me sitting there saying, “what if …” Right now I’ve got beehive mountains, steamboats, a detailed image of a sociopath, and a fifteenth-century Florence -style government in my head. Don’t even ask.

    Even as a Game Master for our table-top roleplaying crew, I come up with dozens of side plots, distracting the players from the Real Villain and doing the opposite of railroading the plot. In a game, all of those can serve as herrings and I don’t have to make them matter; in writing, I have to find a way to bring it all together.

    The result: a sick feeling that makes me not even want to sit in front of the computer. Deleting whole storylines, writing half of a chapter and then realizing it’s not going to contribute anything, eliminating whole characters from the tapestry of the story – that’s all part of writing, and especially for me.  Add to that I’m somewhat of a perfectionist when I know that I cannot make a book perfect.

    So what I will address is: How do I find a way to sit in front of the computer and straighten out my tangled mess? (more…)

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  • Last night, I was sitting around with The Spouse watching Romantics Anonymous, an adorably uncomfortable French flick.

    Mr. Savidge Reads (and juggles)

    After it was done, we were talking about  the movie and tried to work up the enthusiasm to design a chicken coop for these hypothetical chickens we want to keep in the backyard.  And that’s when it hit me – the ending for this novella about clones I’ve been working on  was wrong. I’d been avoiding finishing it for two weeks because… I don’t know why.  I just couldn’t write the ending.  Last night I realized that I didn’t want to write it because I had it all wrong.  I know now how to write it to have a much more satisfying conclusion than the one I originally envisioned.  After I get done with this post, I’m going to pound that sucker out on my lunch break.  Victory is mine!

    Sometimes, you are stalled for a reason.  Maybe with lots of practice and years of experience, stalls are less frequent and less frustrating, but I’ve been at this for a few years now and stalls still happen, I just freak out about them less.  Personally, I think that if you can’t find the words to tell this story right now, that’s the universe giving you a sign.  So you should take the time to make sure the story is good and not just finished.  So here’s a list of stuff I do when the muse has left the building.

    Be your hero. Look, who are we fooling?  We don’t write crazy stories because we love hanging around in our pajamas all day describing other people having fantastically cool lives (Although that is pretty boss.).  We write because we want to be bloody awesome superheroes, cape and boots and all.  So pick one of the bleeding edge spiffy things you want your characters to do and do it.  I learned to sail this summer.   It was awesome.  Build a ray gun.  Shoot a shotgun.  Crash a debutante ball.  Solve a crime.  It will give you greater insight into your characters and explaining something from a point of experience always adds depth to a book.  (more…)

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  • Grrr.

    What I really need is some inspiration for this post…

    *closes eyes, clenches jaw, rubs temples, murmurs mantra*

    Anything? No? Nothing? Oh well then, here goes anyway.

    So, what do I do when I hit a brick wall with an idea or a scene and I can’t go forward? How do I find inspiration? Well, I’ll tell you what doesn’t work, no matter how many times I’ve tried it – going on the internet and surfing aimlessly. I might tell myself that I’m subconsciously working on the problem while I’m looking at cat videos or reading an I09 post about Victorian Avengers cos-play, but all I’m really doing is avoiding the problem. What actually works, at least for me, is making the idea concrete, which I do in a couple different ways… (more…)

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  • The Tainted City on the shelf at B&N

    Before getting to this week’s actual topic, I’m sorry, I must squee: look what I saw in my local Barnes & Noble yesterday!  That’s right, The Tainted City, sitting pretty on the new release shelf (2 weeks in advance of the official release date, no less!).  This might be my 2nd novel, but damn, that first glimpse of the book in an actual store is just as incredible a moment as it was with my first.  (Seeing the book pop up “in stock” on Amazon just doesn’t give the same visceral thrill. It’s too abstract – doesn’t feel real, somehow.  Not like seeing your book right there in the flesh (so to speak!).)

    And better yet, I read the first review of the book from someone who was a fan of The Whitefire Crossing - and the reviewer loved The Tainted City, said it surpassed all their expectations.  Oh gosh, if I could’ve, I would’ve leaped through my computer and given the reviewer a hug (maybe even sobbing incoherently in the bargain, with a mix of relief and delight!).  Perhaps there are authors out there who never worry over the idea of readers being disappointed by their second novel.  I was not one of them. I mean, yes, *I* love The Tainted City…but would anyone else?  Now I’ve got an answer, and it’s one that puts an ear-to-ear grin on my face.  (Granted, maybe other reviewers will feel differently.  But that’s okay – so long as there’s one person who liked both Whitefire and Tainted City, that’s all I need to feel good.  No, better than good. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.)

    Okay, shutting up now about Tainted City, I promise.  On to what I’m supposed to be talking about: Finding Inspiration When Your Well Is Dry.  (more…)

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  • Paul Tobin

    This week, the topic is villains, and just how bad these bad boys should be. And, as always in regards to “rules for authors,” the answer is… that depends.

    Like anything else, a villain is there to serve the story. This means that a villain and a story should be compatible. They should fit together. You don’t write a picture book where the villain collects the faces of dead children, and you don’t write a contemporary adult thriller about a villain who is trying to steal all of New York’s pudding. Divisions of “bad” play a very secondary role to the appropriateness of the villain.

    And these divisions aren’t as clear-cut as I make them seem, above. This is because a villain should also be appropriate to the protagonist, and to the reader. If the protagonist has established family troubles, then the villain can play against that… kidnap a family member, or simply in some way intrude in a very personal way on the antagonist, so that there is no sanctuary at any level. And this intrusion should also play to the reader’s fears and tension. Just because you have a hero who has a hobby of collecting vintage tobacco packaging doesn’t mean an author should have the villain play against that by defacing all the vintage tobacco pouches with magic marker drawings of anthropomorphic genitalia. Sure, it would be traumatic to a man who has dedicated his life to tobacco collecting, but that doesn’t mean it would resonate with the reader. The villain, the hero and the reader must all connect in order to create entertaining book.

    Only with all that in place can we move on to the second stage.

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  • Thomas S. RocheGustave Flaubert said “You must live like a bourgeois and save all your violence for your art.”

    But what the hell did that jackass know? For years, I was deeply suspicious of Flaubert’s idea.

    It wasn’t for the obvious reason, which is “What the hell is ‘a bourgeois,’ anyway?” (For my purposes here, I’m going to use it as shorthand for “middle class” and “upwardly  mobile.”) Flaubert didn’t like ‘em, incidentally; he considered those interested in class-elevation to be acquisitive, shallow, and somehow icky. Implicit in his assertion that writers should live “like a bourgeois” is the assumption that a writer is by her or his very nature not “a bourgeois.”

    But that’s not why I didn’t like the sentiment; I took it to mean some combination of “writers should be boring” and “writers should live in the suburbs.” I associated Flaubert’s sentiment with the “American Dream,” aka “A house in the suburbs.”

    I was told — at some point in my early childhood — that “The American Dream” was “a house in the suburbs,” which is where I grew up. I had a fine bourgeois childhood. It was privileged and full of tragedy, like everyone’s (some far more than mine, on either or both counts) but for the most part my early life was full of love from a committed crew of adults and older relatives who had a passionate love of learning and reason and science and the arts, not to mention a conviction that we should all be nice to each other “and no one would have to get nailed to anything.”

    I had and have no first-person argument with my upbringing — but in lifestyle terms, I didn’t want my adult life to be spent in the suburbs, because my love of learning had convinced me that shit was going down out there in the “real” world, and I wanted to be a part of it. (more…)

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  • I’m a creative.

    This is no boast or grandiose proclamation. I am a creative. I must create things.

    I’ve been very lucky, for the past fifteen years, to make a decent living at being creative. Back when there was this new thing called the internet, I taught myself to design and program because I thought it would be cool to get a job doing something that I would enjoy and was artistic. After I learned how to write html and put together designs for websites – ahem, which I’ve won quite a few awards for over the years, toot toot – I found a job at an advertising agency. (more…)

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  • My big “I should write fiction” epiphany came after the six or seven hundredth time someone told me I was interesting or unique or probably under-medicated.  There comes a point at which, if you don’t have some sort of creative outlet to blame it on, you become just another crazy person talking to yourself in your car and giggling maniacally at the jokes the imaginary people in your head are telling you.  Could just be me, though.

    I often feel like the ideas are not the problem when writing creatively.  It’s how to weave them together into a story that’s not only entertaining but also meaningful.  George Orwell’s Animal Farm was a cute, quick read with a fairly nasty commentary about society embedded in it.  That’s the standard to which we should hold ourselves. 

    Revolution World is, at its heart, a beach book for nerds, written primarily because I was frustrated by all the depressing and violently-degrading-towards-women science fiction novels on the market today.  Some of us don’t want gore with our tech, we just want laser guns and one-liners.  But Revolution World is also about how futile and self-destructive a national tolerance towards torture can be, like what we saw beginning in  Bush-era America that continues today.   Right now, I’m working up an outline to a book about superheroes and their dysfunctional girlfriends, but really the book will be about success and how people deal with it in various degrees of Brittany Spears.

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  • There are a lot of little things I do to try to keep the fires lit in terms of creativity. I usually go back to Orson Scott Card’s “idea net” when I start talking about it. He wrote about this in his book, How to Write Science Fiction & Fantasy. The idea net is the notion is that you train your mind to recognize good story ideas and to file them away for later. It’s an easy thing to say, but not such an easy thing to do.

    While I’m wandering through my day, listening to NPR, talking with others, catching up on the Daily Show, while I’m writing; at all times I try to keep my mind open to the story ideas that come at us all the time. Trouble is, the mind is really good at filtering these things out. It’s trained, through millions of years of evolution, to weed out what is unnecessary. By some estimates our brains take in something like 400 billion bits of information per second but focuses on only about 2,000 of those. That’s a pretty efficient filter. It’s difficult to train your mind to sense and then retain those things that are most interesting with respect to stories, but it can certainly be done.

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