| I made this topic and I don't know what to say. I think we might be doing away with this weekly topic thing. Ummm. How about a scary snippet? Ooo, very scary. It has cliches in it.. :thinks desperately: Okay running up the stairs is totally cliche. :throws the snippet and runs: Karina knocked on the door gently. "Come on, Jacob. Let other kids have a turn." "Almost done." At the end of the hallway an older man frowned. Heavily muscled, with a face like a bulldog, he planted himself as if he were about to be overran by rioters. He watched her with open malice. The kids sensed it too and clustered around her. She didn't blame them – that was one scary guy. The woman who had opened the door to them wasn't much better: hard, thin, eyes like a rattlesnake, no compassion, no kindness, no anger. Nothing at all. If it wasn't for the kids crying to go potty, Karina would have turned around, got in to the van, and gotten right out of there. But preschoolers and long car trips didn't mix, and here they were. Stuck at the end of a long dim hallway, in a small motel on a country road, sweating under the scrutiny of an over-muscled Arnold wannabe. "Jacob, we need to go." She heard the toilet flush. Finally. When she had volunteered to chaperon the kids on the school trip, she had no idea she would end chauffeuring five six year olds. But half the designated parent-drivers didn't show up and she didn't have any good reasons to say no. All in all, it wasn't a bad trip. They got to see an old tymie village, the day was beautiful, the kids had fun. Now they just needed to get back to civilization. Jacob emerged from the bathroom. "I washed my hands," he informed her. "Do you want to smell them?" "No. Does anybody else need to go?" They shook their heads. Emily hugged her leg. "I want to go home, mom." "Excellent idea." Karina led them down the hallway. "Thank you for letting us use the facilities." The man jerked his hand to the right. "Door's this way." Charming. She sighed. The wood exploded. Shards peppered the hallway, knocking the man back. Stunned, Karina stared through the gap into the lobby of the hotel. The woman with snake eyes spun toward her, her face twisted into a grotesque mask. Her left arm terminated in a bloody stump and as she turned, red gushed, staining the counter with wet spray. Something hit her from behind, arresting her in mid step. The woman's mouth gaped open in a terrified silent scream. Huge dark limbs clutched her and ripped her in a half like a paper doll. Bloody entrails spilled as the two halves came apart, torn apart by monstrous strength, and through the gap between them Karina saw a thing. Huge, dark, inhuman, it stared back at her with malevolent eyes, its very existence so at odds with everything Karina knew, that her mind simply refused to believe it was real. The thing tossed the body aside. An odd odor reached Karina, like copper warmed by the sun. The thing stepped over the woman, its gaze fixed on Karina. The kids. "Run!" Karina turned on her foot and dashed down the hallway, herding the children before her. As they ran past the man, he rose slowly, pulled a wooden shard out of his eye, tossed it aside, and with a deep below charged into the lobby. A snarl answered him, a promise of pain and death. It whipped Karina into frenzy. She swiped the smallest child off the floor and ran faster to the where a heavy door barred the stairs. She jerked it open. "Up the stairs, go, go!" They ran, whimpering and sobbing. They should've been screaming but the same terrible fear that drove her chased them up the stairs. Instinctually they knew that to stop was to die. Karina slammed the door closed, looked for something to bar it, but the stairway was empty. She ran after the kids. The boy in her arms was stone-heavy. A hard thud echoed from below. They reached the top of the staircase and crowded on the landing. Door clanged. Here it was again, the scent of hot metal burning her. Karina wrenched the door open. They burst into the hallway. She scanned rows of doors, hit the nearest one, but it was locked. Another - locked too. Third – locked. A vicious snarl came from behind the door. Emily screamed, a high pitched shriek that would've broken glass. Karina grabbed her by the hand and dragged her down the hall, to the single window. "Follow me!" They reached the window. Below lay the narrow metal platform of the fire escape. She set the boy down, let go of her daughter, and rattled the window. Locked. From the outside. Who locks windows from the outside? She smashed the window with her elbow. Glass fell in a glittering cascade. Karina reached through the broken panel. A shard sliced her fingers, but she barely noticed. She grasped the latch. Her bloody fingers slipped. Door thumped. Kids screamed, and she knew the thing had made it into the hallway. The latch clicked open. Karina kicked the wooden frame. It flew open with a snap. She grabbed the nearest kid and hurled him onto the fire escape, then the next, and the next. Little feet thudded, running down the metal stairs. Emily was last. Karina clutched her daughter to her and climbed out on the stairs. A black van waited below. Several men stood by the van. They had the children. They stood there silently, watching her, while the children screamed, and suddenly she knew that they and the thing inside were allies. A growl washed over her. The world gained crystal clarity, everything painfully vivid and sharp. Slowly Karina turned. Her daughter hugged her, her breath a tiny warm cloud on her neck. The metal rail of the fire escape dug into her back. The thudding of her heart sounded so loud, like a sledge hammer. Each breath was a gift. She saw the thing emerge from darkness. Slow, it solidified from the gloom, one gargantuan paw on the windowsill, then another. Enormous claws scratched the wood. It climbed onto the windowsill and perched there, mere foot from her. She stared into its eyes, inhaled its scent, and knew with absolute certainty that she was going to die. The thing opened its maw, revealing huge fangs. Its deep voice issued forth in a single mangled word, "Donor." "Are you sure?" asked a male voice from below. The thing picked up a bloody shard with its claws, sniffed it, and snarled. Karina snapped back, shielding Emily with her hands. "My lady?" said the voice from below. Karina turned and saw a man looking at her from the stairs. His face was preternaturally beautiful. "I have a proposition for you, my lady..." |
| I have absolutely nothing new to add to this topic. Even my title isn't entirely original. I'm not even sure why this topic is so popular. Is it that people are actually reading a lot of cliches in urban fantasy? There does seem to be a lot of repetition in character (vampires, werewolves, faeries, dragons) but the same could be said of white women in literary fiction, or child abuse victims in memoirs. Oh wait, real people can't be cliches. Or can they? Many writer's seem to be concerned about writing a "Mary Sue," which I'd never heard of before setting up a livejournal. What's weird about the concept is that this cliched character is seen as a negative, some cookie cutter individual that ends up polluting every newbie or hack's manuscript, as though siphoned from a medical waste dumpster. It strikes me as ironic. Over the course of my other career as a psychotherapist, I must have worked with well over a thousand individuals. And the one thing that unified them (and us, really) was that human beings are surprisingly similar and ultimately predictable. I've yet to meet a unique precious flower. Mary Sues exist, people. They're all around you. They are you. So, as a writer, my character's reflect that belief. I guess that's what makes them unique, or at least unique from each other, or their own cliches. I say don't worry about it. Everything comes full circle. What is cliche was once original. Now people are flipping cliches inside out and playing with the results. So many people, in fact, that it's become a cliche in itself. Cliche is the New Cliche. Like I said. Or someone did. I've bored myself. |
| Cliches are like insects hiding in your shoes. Sometimes they're harmless, sometimes even cute (like a ladybug, aaw) but sometimes...sometimes your entire foot will go gangrenous if it--okay, I can't carry this analogy all the way. But you get the point. Playing with cliches can be fun, as Anton said. The very title Personal Demons plays on the cliche in several ways and alludes to more. We have the actual personal demons, the Yezer Ha-Ra. We have the demon bodyguards assigned to Megan, who become in essence her personal demons. We have the demon love interest of the story, who gets very personal. We even have Megan confronting the literal (and figurative) demons of her past. So yes, cliches can be helpful and fun. It's fun to twist them and turn them. But it's also deadly to use them too much. It alienates and bores readers. It lacks snap. It makes them feel like they're reading a book they already read. In that book, I have a scene in the autumn woods, with bare trees. I originally had the trees "like sentinels along the road", before it was pointed out to me that that is such a cliche. Yes, it's evocative and it works, but can't we think of something better? (I had to go back and check: Now the trees stand in twisted columns along the sides of the bumpy road.) Trees standing like sentinels make me think of the Ents in Lord of the Rings. I certainly don't want someone reading my book and thinking, "Hey, maybe I should go read that now." (Um, note to self: Perhaps edit woods scene to remove characters discussing Lord of the Rings. Yes, they really do.) Cliches are extremely useful in dialogue. When characters speak in cliches it tells us so much about them. F'rinstance, if I bring a female character in and, with no other description, have her utter the line, "I never heard of such a thing in all my born days," what do we know about her instantly? We know she's probably at least middle aged. Southern. Might wear a hat. Is angry/indignant about something or disgusted with the behavior of someone, so chances are she's a busybody. The mere fact that she's speaking in a cliche tells us she's a traditional type. She may not be stupid or unimaginative at all, but she has a set way of looking at things. Whereas if she'd simply said, "I can't believe so-and-so is doing whatever", we wouldn't get those clues. We'd need description of her to tell us how she said things, how she walked into the room, what she was wearing. Description is fine, but we'd rather not waste paragraphs on her tidy iron-gray curls, calf-length flower dress, or squeaky, sensible shoes and matching bag if we don't have to. We can slip those in later if we need them, because that one little cliche has told our readers what sort of person she is. Similarly, a character who says things like, "Turn that frown upside down!" or "It can't be that bad!" or even, (shudder) "Smile--God loves you!" is automatically an insufferable and irritating do-gooder of the type who deserves a messy death. What I see when I hear those phrases are big, shiny teeth, strong from uncountable glasses of milk. I see homemade knit caps and prissy tucked-in shirts (which the character calls "blouses", and which probably have Peter Pan collars.) I see shelves covered with knick-knacks instead of books and weekends spent scrubbing floors by hand. What do you see? What's your favorite example of cliche used to effect? |
| It's a cold, rainy day here in The Big Apple, but you know what, readers? I'm still here for you because that's what a beleaguered Leagure does! The topic this week? Cliches. And since I'm kicking off the discussion, I'll play a little bit of devil's advocate. I like 'em! I can see you reaching for the Post Comment button now: Why, Anton & his trout, why? Here's why: I think cliches are a great jumping off point for brainstorming. A cliche is a cliche mostly because at some point it was a great idea. It's just that now that great idea has gone beyond the ideal of a piece of fiction that it's been done to death. But it's a good place to start when brainstorming your own work. For instance: Julie Kenner's Carpe Demon series. I'd call it suburban fantasy... a what if tale of what if Buffy grew up, had a kid and became a soccer mom? It has all the hints of Buffydom (demon hunter, a Watcher type character, quick witty dialog), but it is still its own unique voice . That's the trick. Cliche can be a great way to spark an idea, but then you truly have to make it your own. Also, when you're trying to sell your book in a practical sense, a lot of editors are looking for more of the same when it comes to acquiring new books, that tried and true success especially in genre fiction. The closer something is to a cliche, with a twist perhaps, the more likely they're going to be able to get it past their editorial review board so they can purchase it. Not many editors that I know of deviate too far from the tried and true paths... it gets too risky for their comfort zone and to use a cliche- if it ain't broke, why fix it? It's not laziness on their part, but just good business sense. So embrace the cliche, I say! Just don't be cliche... that's opening a whole other can of worms. |
![]() When we started this journal, I volunteered for Fridays thinking that would be easy to remember. What I didn't realize was that by the time Friday hit, everyone had already said everything clever. Blahblahblah thankful for family, friends, book-career, blah blah. So I'm going to derail a bit (as usual) and talk about, instead, the industry websites that *I* am thankful for: Agent Turnaround Times - This little livejournal community was started by a good friend of mine, Jodi Meadows. It's a database of agent names and the turnaround-time feedback that other people have experienced. There's a few others out in the marketplace that do the same (Forward Motion's agent tracking thread comes to mind) but this one is the easiest to read. The Rejecter - A blog run by an agent's assistant. She's the person you have to get past to get your work seen by the agent, and some of her observations are extremely keen. Plus, I like her wit. Bookends LLC - Jessica Faust runs this blog, and she doesn't advertise about her clients ad-nauseum. She just talks about a lot of publishing items, queries, and what's hot on the market and what she'd like to see. A great read. QueryTracker.net 's Who Reps Who - I can't speak to the actual Querytracker tool itself, but I find the 'Who Reps Who' database fascinating. Want to see who reps your favorite author? Look up their name and the agent will be listed. Invaluable if you're agent-searching and think that fans of Neil Gaiman would love your book, but you don't know who reps Neil Gaiman. Verla Kay's Message Boards - Mostly for children's authors and YA, but there's a big section on agent/publisher/magazine responses and one for agent news. Great stuff. Agent Query - If you haven't figured out agent query yet, nothing I say will be able to help you. :) Publisher's Lunch - Yes, Publisher's Marketplace is expensive, but the lunch is FREE and once a week they email a smattering of deals out. It's interesting to see who buys what. And if you can spring for the full package, so much the better. Editorial Ass - Moonrat blogs anonymously about life as an underpaid editor in NY, and Robert the Publisher. I think Moonrat is utterly charming, and her tidbits about the industry fascinating (and sometimes horrifying). Karen Fox - Karen Fox has an amazing website. Not only does she list all the romance deals posted to Publisher's Marketplace, but she also has a running list of what sort of agency is looking for what, and what publishers (and editors) you should send your projects to. A must-read for romance writers. Melinda Goodin - Melinda's website features a 'Locus Sales Spreadsheet' that categorizes every SINGLE sale that Locus Magazine has announced for the past couple of years. You can sort by agent, publisher, editor, etc. A must-read for fantasy authors. Absolute Write Forums - I faithfully visit this board a few times a day (okay, several). The two most helpful boards here? Bewares and Background Checks, and Ask the Agent. Dear Author - The 'J's of Dear Author review a wide variety of books (not just romance) and also keep readers up to date on e-readers, bestseller lists, and other topics related to publishing. I love this site. I could go on and on, since my reading list is a mile long. I still haven't covered Tess Gerritsen's blog, or Mrs. Giggles, or 70 Days of Sweat, or Romancing the Blog...but I thought I'd leave this before your eyes cross. *g* Happy Thanksgiving, all! |
| Since I will be cooking like mad on Thanksgiving, I thought I'd make the thankfull post now. I am thankful for my husband and children. For being loved despite my many faults. I know I'm not an easy person to live with and we have ups and downs. I don't always say the right things or do the right things, but I always want to. I love you very much. You make me want to come home. I am thankful for my job, which, although trying at times, permits me to provide for Gordon and myself and our kids. We have enough and I still remember when we didn't. I remember when debts seemed insurmountable and I felt trapped, and poor, and angry, because life was crumbling, and no matter what we didn't, we couldn't hold the pieces together. We clawed our way out - it was Gordon mostly, he was the one who joined the Army, all I had to do was follow. But I don't think I'll ever forget. I am so very grateful to be able to cook dinner in a warm house and not worry about how the next dollar will be earned. I am thankful for my friends, all of you who come to hang out with me here and comment on superglued steaks and make funnies about snippets. I'm grateful for the opportunity to keep in touch by reading your journals. I am thankful for everyone who read our books. Thank you for giving us the gift of your time. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. |
| ...in a place where there is no Thanksgiving. I'm Kyle, on Christmas. We're still having Thanksgiving, of course. We managed to buy some outrageously expensive cans of Libby pumpkin at Selfridge's when we were there last month, so I can make pies. My Mom mailed us a can of french-fried onions, so I can make green bean casserole. Tomorrow I'll buy a turkey, and Thursday we'll do Our Thing. So I'm still having Thanskgiving, just...not. No parades. No football (grumble grumble). No Thanksgiving episodes of tv shows (although we do have "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving" on DVD.) No quiet streets filled with the scent of roasting turkey. Christmas decorations have been up in the stores for weeks here already. But I can still force myself to be thankful for some things, despite being thousands of miles away from my family and friends (I'm sorry, I'm getting a cold so I'm maudlin): 1. I am thankful that I can go shopping on Friday if need be without facing terrible crowds. 2. I am thankful that I can go shopping on Thursday, actually, if I feel like it. 3. I am thankful that my fingers have not yet broken off from overuse, like they do in my nightmares. 4. I am thankful that I have such good friends who still care about me even though I abandoned them all and left the country, and that they even send me things like cheap, good quality clothes for the children (impossible to find here) and Oreo cookies even though by rights they should be pointing and laughing at me. 5. I am thankful that I've met so many awesome people online, and that I get to be a Reluctant Adult. 6. I am thankful for bourbon. And gin. And beer. And that the holiday season means I can drink during the day. 7. I am thankful that after all these years, people actually pay me to write things. That should probably be number one but I am too achy and dizzy to fix it. 8. I am thankful that the hubs will be home from Thursday-Tuesday so I can hopefully sleep off this cold. 9. I am thankful to be human, and not an insect. Seriously. Aren't you glad you're not a bug? 10. I am thankful for central heating, running water, and flushing toilets. And cars. I love driving. Okay, now I'm really digging. So off I go. But mostly, I am thankful for all of you--the readers who make everything worthwhile, who support me even though you don't know me, who will be willing to overlook this miserable little post and remember that sometimes I am actually funny when I'm not sick and feeling sorry for myself for being stranded in the middle of nowhere instead of home getting ready to see all my friends and make them pie, who buy my books or who will buy them, who make me smile every day in grateful disbelief that people actually care what I have to say about anything. So Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, and pay no attention to that little blonde girl sobbing in the corner--she's just being dramatic. |
| Well, since Dead Bird Day is once again upon us, what better time to stop and give thanks that I am not a dead bird... and to also give thanks for the bounty that is our posh life in our ivory tower stronghold known as the League of Reluctant Adults. (Actually, it's more like a Winnebago filled with stale Chex Mix and homemade moonshine, but if the Interwebz has taught me anything, it's to lie.. and lie BIG!) 1. Although you know me as the caustic one of our Fab Five, I'm gonna get all sappy for a minute. First and foremost, I'm truly thankful for my one-month old bride. Not that I married a one-month old... just that I've been married about a month... see why I need an editor? Your congratulations on that while I was busy skipping out on my LRA duties that week were touching. 2. I'm thankful for my book deal. A lot has changed for me since Ace offered to take the first two books in my series, and outside of my wedding, this has been the biggest change in my life this year. I can't even come up with something funny to say about it because I can barely keep from pinching myself to see if it's all real. And thanks to the restraining order, I'm not allowed to pinch anyone else. There...see? I had to make a joke and ruin it all. 3. How could I not be thankful for my fellow Leaguers? Honestly, to be among this great a group of fellow fantasists is a true honor. I think they gave me the Monday slot for our blogs so they could spend the week putting out whatever fires I start here, but I love them with the fierce kind of love that only exists between a Wookiee named Chewie and a man named Han. I sure hope none of the LRA say anything that will force me to rip their arms off... 4. Morningstar Farms Mini-Corndogs- I'm trying to find a way to product place them in all my books so that hopefully they'll start sponsoring me and sending me assloads of them for free. My books will eventually be like a car at NASCAR, sponsorships everywhere, and I'll sit at home on my mountain of bacon, corn dogs, PEZ, Chai tea lattes, and Chik-fil-A. (A man can dream, can't he?) 5. That sultry temptress Bea Arthur. She knows why. *wink* 6. The writing community. Be it fan, fellow writer, or one of my heroes, I've been blessed by being taken in open armed by everyone who is a part of the writing community. We're a filthy, sick twisted bunch, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Unless there was a hot tub involved, in which case I have several options stocked up in my imagination as to how that could pan out. 7. Writing panels- I've discovered I have a big mouth and I like to use it to either dispense my limited wisdom or put my foot in it. Either way, I'm a happy boy, but I found out this year that I really do enjoy talking writing with others, and that my unique position of also being on the publisher side of publishing give me a unique insight to offer when I get to panel. That, and there's a lot of drinking and cursing. 8. I'm extremely thankful of that fan out there who desperately wants to knit me Jane's hat from Firefly. I know you exist! You must! Besides, I can't have Patrick Rothfuss being the only author out there whose fans are cool enough to make him one! 9. Joss Whedon. 'Nuff said. and finally... 10. I'm thankful for all our readers (hi gram!) who purchase our books, especially Dead To Me (2/26/08), because without you, writing them is a little less fun. I'm humbled by your exquisite taste in reading and moreso by your insistence on buying multiple copies of each of our works. To paraphrase one crazed Scientologist, "You complete us". Thanks for coming to and being part of our experience at the League! |
| Today we're talking to the fantastic Caitlin Kittredge, author of the upcoming novel (first in a series!) Night Life, (available for preorder on Amazon--click the link!) which will be released in March. She also has a short story, which is sure to be awesome fun, in the upcoming anthology My Big Fat Supernatural Honeymoon (c'mon, with a name like that it has to be good, right?), which will be released December 26, just in time to blame the delay in giving it to That Special Someone on shipping. Or buy it for yourself, of course, because don't you deserve to get something you really want? 1. Tell us about Night Life. (See? Told you this would be fun! Muahaha.) Night Life is a noir fantasy about Luna Wilder, homicide detective and werewolf extraordinaire, who gets the biggest case of her career dumped into her lap via a dead prostitute. Luna must solve a series of ritual killings and avoid becoming the last one herself, and also save her city from the clutches of a rogue demon who wants to make it his personal Playground of Evil. That's my elevator synopsis...really, the book is about accepting your flaws and doing the best you can to live with them, the power of family and staying strong even when you're afraid, defeated and against impossible odds. And blood, sex and murdered hookers, but that goes without saying. It started as a response to the urban fantasy I was reading, and becoming increasingly dissatisfied with because of the dearth of real, flawed, well-rounded characters, but it got away from me and now it's a series with three books written and hopefully more to come. 2. What is your favorite thing about writing? Least favorite? My favorite thing is definitely my worldbuilding. I love to play God. As for least favorite...writing the raw draft of a book is both wonderful and awful for me. When it goes well, it goes really well and I love the book and want to marry it and have many apple-cheeked children with it. When it's going badly and I'm on deadline, it's akin to extreme mental torture. Fortunately, it goes well more often than it goes badly. 3. You recently did a great post on your blog (also available on Caitlin's livejournal) about the author/agent relationship. Are you planning to do more? I have this weird phobia about posting advice, because honestly? I'm a newbie to this publishing thing, but I'm also opinionated as hell. As long as there's injustice and misinformation in the industry, I'll be there...posting on the blog. AdviceGal, away! 4. What was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you? Share it with our six readers. I once sent an IM about a co-worker to that co-worker, instead of to the intended recipient. (Hey, it wasn't my fault! They had practically the same name!) It was, um, sort of unflattering and there was no way I could weasel out of it. But I tried, after I got through dying on the inside. 5. Who's sexier, the current incarnation of Dr. Who, or Spike? Oh, my. Two or three years ago I would have said Spike, but now I just have to go with the Doctor. I have a mad, crazy love for David Tennant and his TARDIS. Seriously, I probably should seek professional help. I even dressed as a lady Doctor for Halloween. 6. If you could be either a vampire, a werewolf, or a zombie, which would you pick? Would your answer change if you had to be a cannibalistic zombie? Oh, definitely a werewolf. There's a reason I write books about them... The hair would be annoying, though. I'd have to pay for those laser removal treatments, and the whole go-crazy-and-eat-your-loved-ones is a drawback, but I still find the idea appealing. 7. Don't you think the holidays are just too commercial these days? Absolutely, but don't let that deter you from preordering NIGHT LIFE. (Note: you can preorder it here!) 8. Wouldn't it be awesome if you had a big boat, and we could all go sailing on it? Seriously, that would be fun, right? I love being on the water (I grew up on an island off Massachusetts) but I've watched way too many episodes of I Shouldn't Be Alive to think that putting a bunch of writers on a boat and sailing off is a good idea. Wait, could I name the boat Love Boat? My answer might change. 9. What other projects can we expect to see from you in the future? My lovely agent, Rachel Vater, is currently shopping a series about magic, punk rock and secret cities set in London. Those same characters are in my anthology story for MY BIG FAT SUPERNATURAL HONEYMOON, if you want a sneak peek. 10. Will you still be speaking to me after this? Why? What did you do?! Hah, of course I will. It's been fun! You can find Caitlin on the web at her website or her livejournal. Thanks so much for visiting, Caitlin, and for tolerating my questions! |
| All right, I think we've pretty much covered all the angles of crit groups and why they're important, and what they show you. Thing is, you have to realize whether or not you're ready for a critique on your novel. Here's a quick quiz to help you out. Your friend, Bob the Published Author, shows interest in your current novel. He wants to read it. You: A) Faint out of terror B) Tell him to please not tell you if he hates it and send it on. And spend the next six weeks rocking in the corner of your writing room. C) Shove it into his email without giving it a second look and say "Be brutal, baby!" If you had to pause and think about any of the answers except for C, perhaps you're not really READY to have your stuff critiqued. And that's okay. Let me tell you a story. This story will be about er, an author we'll call Bill Jyles. Sure. Bill was in the middle of writing his first novel, a 600-page romantic ripoff of Outlander. With dinosaurs and Puritans. Bill Jyles was very proud of this novel, and so when Bill heard about one of his friends that just got accepted by an agent (which made this friend VERY important in Bill's eyes) and the friend offered to read Bill's pages. The friend was not kind to Bill's pages. The friend said that Bill's book sucked. The friend said that Bill's main character was an asshole, and unlikeable, and the motivation sucked, and he couldn't keep reading. Bill was crushed. Determined, but crushed. Bill asked the friend what specifically was wrong, and the friend (being a nice person) pointed out all kinds of things that puzzled Bill. Things that Bill was intending on fixing on the next draft anyhow. So why is that such a stopping point, Bill wondered. But the friend was vehement in the hatred of this novel, and it ruined Bill's love for this book. Bill decided to try and write some short stories. Bill joined a group - let's call them WOW - that were professionals that helped each other with critiques. You post critiques, you get critiques back. Bill posted three or four stories in rapid succession (after he earned the points, of course), and waited for the applause and adoration to come back. The first friend was obviously stuck on the fact that the manuscript wasn't edited, so someone else should see Bill's brilliance. Actually, maybe not. The reviews that came in said that the stories were a mess. Bill was terribly derivative. Unoriginal. Flawed. His stories were all over the place. A hideous clusterfuck of nouns and adverbs, but not a real story. Heck no! There was no plot! No point! No redeeming moral value! They suxxored! And you know what? They did. Bill was a noob writer. Bill didn't know any better. But Bill wanted praise! He didn't want honest critiques. And you know what happened to Bill when he got real critiques? He stopped writing. For about a year. All that happiness and budding career writing? Smooshed. Bill's friend meant well. The people on the critique site? Meant well. They encouraged Bill, but all Bill saw was the criticism. I...I mean, BILL wasn't ready for critiques. Bill eventually got back into the swing of things. He started writing again (though short stories were forever ruined for him) and Bill wrote a few more novels. But Bill got smarter. This time, Bill revised before someone read it. In fact, Bill revised so many times that he was sick of the novel and couldn't see anything else wrong with it. So Bill sent it to a trusted friend. "Read this and tell me where it sucks!" And the friend did. The friend was mighty cruel, because, admittedly, Bill was still learning. But. When the friend pointed out, "Bill, your character sucks. Look at how selfish he is." Instead of Bill screaming and running to the corner to suck on his thumb in woe and pity, Bill re-read. And a light went off. "YES!" Bill cried. "MY CHARACTER DOES SUCK! AND NOW I KNOW HOW TO FIX IT!" Bill was now sold on critique groups. However, Bill learned a few lessons in the meantime. And here's what he learned. 1) You don't send it out until it's done and ready. Really done. Really ready. Like you've looked at it a hundred times and you can't tell what's wrong with it at all. Two or three drafts is Bill's minimum. NO ONE SEES THE FIRST DRAFT because they won't see past it. 2) You're sending it out, asking people to tell you what's wrong with it. They're GOING to find something wrong with it. Trust me. If you parked someone in front of a Van Gogh and asked them to critique it, they'd find something wrong with it. It's human nature, and honestly? It's what you want. 3) Every critiquer is different. Some people have brains like a steel trap and can point out where you've erred in your timeline and how many minutes are in the day and Car X was travelling at twenty two miles per hour, and it takes 30 miles to get to this city so he couldn't possibly have gotten to the train station in under Y amount of minutes. Some people, on the other hand, will be more abstract. I didn't like this character's feelings. I didn't want to root for him. This is all good information. You need multiple critiques to get multiple angles, sometimes. 4) You're not going to take everyone's advice. They're looking at it from their perspective as a reader/writer. Yours might be different. This is ok too. So there you go. Learn from Bill's mistakes. After all, it's your book you're sending out into the world. There's no wrong/right way to handle how it gets edited, so whether you wait one year to send it to critiquers - or four, just ask yourself the basic question. Do I want my book shredded and picked apart? If your answer is not "Woohoo!!" then rethink. And send out in a few months, instead of tomorrow. And if you really want an "Attaboy" rather than advice? Send it to your mom (this is okay too). (Hi Mom!) |
| Sorry for the late post. In my defense, some personal things happened that completely occupied me and I forgot. I've been the member of OWW for years. I highly recommend it. But there are some drawbacks to kicking your work out there to be reviewed. Having your work critiqued can shorten the writing apprenticeship for years. But here is another side of it. Critique is addictive. Extremely addictive. It's like writer crack*. You can train yourself to like receiving critique and critiquing others so much, you will stop producing when the critiques dry up. That's the kiss of death. You must produce copy. You don't write, you don't eat.** There is another negative: critique of an early work can cause writer to alter the work, veering from the original vision and not always in a good way. Leigh Brackett, for instance, refused to show the manuscripts even to her husband until they were completed. You have to figure out what kind of writer you are. Are you easily swayed by praise or discouragement? Do you know what you're aiming to achieve with your story? Can you kick it out there, take criticism, and distill useful information? Relatively early in my "career"***, I received feedback from a professional writer for whom I have greatest respect. And made a deliberate decision to ignore it. It was probably one of the better decisions I had made and possibly one of the hardest. I didn't do it because I thought her points weren't valid. I did it because my vision for the book differed from hers. That is another very useful side effect of critique: you learn that you shouldn't try to please everyone. Each reader brings their unique personality to the story and what they get out of it will not necessarily be what you wrote. The more skilled is the writer, the smaller is the difference between what he meant to put down on paper and what his audience reads. But again, critique can be extremely useful. Let me show you some critique of my kissy scene. This was done by a professional writer, who generously donated her time to make my latest proposal much better. "And if I say no?" "I will probably beg," he said. "I was really hoping for yes." - Comment - Now there's sexy for you, g "I don't want to see you beg. So I say yes. You have my royal permi-..." Morgan leaned to her and his mouth covered her. His lips were hot and soft, and he kissed her so gently, it took her breath away. His touch was tentative, probing, and she opened her lips and let him into her mouth. His tongue brushed the edge of her teeth. She closed her eyes and just as she melted into the kiss, he withdrew. - Comment - It's a good start…either to kissing or to a dental cleaning. Put emotion in there, more talking. Where are their hands? Is he touching her neck? How does that make her feel? She lost herself to him, intoxicated by his taste, seduced by his want, by the strength in his arms and longing in his eyes, and when they broke apart, she knew she had to get out of the car, because her mind and body had turned into an aching, needy whole, yearning to feel him, to taste his skin, to feel his weight on her and his hard length inside her. - Comment - Lots of telling... This is what I'm looking for in a critique - honesty. Critique like that is aimed at helping me produce a better product. It's to the point, unapologetic, and it tells me simply, "Look. Problem here. Problem here. Over here too." This is what I am looking for. Your mileage may and will vary. So in conclusion my tips: 1) Don't follow critique blindly 2) Put your ego on a shelf for the time being 3) If more than two people stumble in a particular spot, don't explain how brilliant you are. Fix it. ___________ * hush, Anton, not the anatomical crack. Heinies have nothing to do with it. ** For most peoples, it's not that dire, but the point is the same. Critiquing isn't writing. *** Very loose term here...:p The whole story is on my lj |
| (Oh, come ON. Like somebody wasn't going to use that title at some point this week, seriously.) Critiquing is one of the most important things you'll do as a writer. I don't just mean finding yourself a crit partner and handling their work while they handle yours. Heh heh. Because although crit partners are important, and having another eye to check your work over is valuable, I'm not entirely certain it's better than actually doing critiques yourself. See, you're too close to your own story. You know exactly what everyone is thinking and feeling, you know what they're going to do next. So when you read it yourself, your mind absorbs all that unwritten information along with what's actually there. This is why everyone who's just starting out thinks they are the greatest writer in the world. You will never see the mistakes in your story and writing until you start seeing them elsewhere. This is why critting other people is so important. You'll find a piece that doesn't read right, and you'll analyze it. Perhaps they have ten sentences in a row that follow this structure: "Verbing the noun, she verbed the noun." (Obviously there would be actual verbs and nouns in the story. This is the Mad Libs version of critting.) The sentence itself may be fine; "Opening the cabinet, she grabbed the peanut butter." It's not a great sentence. You should be able to think of several other ways to say it without doing that comma thing and implying that all action takes place simultaneously. But it's not awful as it stands, really, and can be useful in certain places, used very sparingly (and when the action in question really is simultaneous). But picture it ten times in a row. "Opening the door, she took out the peanut butter. Grabbing the knife, she dipped it in the jar. Picking up the bread, she..." You might not notice this in your own work. But you'll notice it in someone else's, and it will skitter up your spine like a ball of tinfoil and set your teeth on edge, and so you will learn to look for it in your own. There are a lot of things nobody teaches you about writing. Even books like Self-Editing for Fiction Writers, which is one of the few books I've found really valuable, don't tell you everything. Like how to structure a story. How to hold information back and let it spill out in drips and drabs. What sorts of similes and metaphors work and which don't, which are cliche. How bad it is when sentence structure is off or when too many pronouns are used so you don't know who's doing what to whom and where. A lot of this you should know simply because you read a lot of books (don't you? Because if you don't you have no business trying to write some of your own, sorry to say.) But if you read good books, you don't get a chance to see bad ones. I personally learn a lot more--or at least did in the beginning--from bad prose. Not to mention the most valuable lesson, I think, which is being able to read a piece and know that, while it may be very good, something is missing. The dialogue doesn't sparkle, or the voice isn't compelling. This is the biggest bugaboo, the thing that keeps technically good writers from leaving the slush pile. In time you'll be able to recognize it, and see how you can avoid it in your own writing. You'll realize when someone is being too safe, or when they could cut out sections of dialogue and make conversations shorter and snappier. You'll see how if they'd just punched up their opening you would have been enraptured enough to forgive that paragraph of necessary exposition on page two, but as it is they're just not grabbing you. And you'll learn another valuable lesson, which Anton mentoned yesterday: that critters really are trying to help, that they're not trying to be mean, and that when you put in the time and effort to try and help someone improve and they turn around and slap you for it, it feels lousy. So in giving criticism you learn how to take it, which is pretty hard to do. And I'm sorry this post isn't the greatest. My six-year-old is home sick and refuses to stop yelling and singing no matter what I do, and I can tune out a LOT but not endless tuneless repititions of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" sung at the top of six-year-old lungs. |
| Well, let's hope so, anyway. This week we're talking about critiques at the League- how to take them, what's good, what's bad, etc. For me, writing doesn't happen in a vacuum, despite folks like Anne Rice supposedly shunning any editorial of her work these days. Being fairly new to the published side of the game, I can't imagine writing a complete book without getting some kind of feedback from other writers around me (I'm not very bright). My grandma's praise can only go so far and frankly, I'm a little suspect of her critical eye. So how to find people to give you criticism that's actually going to help your work? From my experience, some of the best criticism I have worked with has come from joining a writer's workshop where their feedback and insight were constant throughout the process of writing Dead To Me. Here's some of my insights: 1) I chose to join a non-genre workshop. Why? For me, good writing is good writing no matter what type of tale. I've read enough fantasy to know the tropes and such of the genre, and I felt I would benefit more by having a mixed critique group coming from a variety of genres. The multitude of opinions from those different angles made for a richer book out of me in the end. 2) Don't get defensive. I've watched people defend their work to the death before even really letting the critic finish or letting the criticism sink in. Yes, your book is your precious little baby, but if you want yer baby to grow up and wear big boy writer pants, listen. You don't have to act on what they're saying. Some of the criticism may be shit (consider the source and if you respect the type of writing they do) but give what they have to say due diligence. 3) Back patting sessions. The sign of a bad workshop is one where everyone simply strokes everyone else's ego. The odds of everyone being so genius that they have nothing critical to say are slim. You're not going to get anything helpful from this other than a false sense of accomplishment. Run away, terribly fast. Conversely, don't get caught up in a workshop where the criticism comes in the form of constant lambasting. You want criticism...the constructive kind. 4) Give as good as you get. Workshops are a symbiotic relationship by their nature. Don't expect everyone to give you great criticism if you're not going to return the favor. That's just rude. You might join one not knowing how to give good critique at first, but by listening and learning, it won't be long before you'll find that you do have something to contribute. 5) A lot of criticism given comes from each writer's personal process, which means it might be great advice, but not necessarily something that's going to work for your book. 6) There's little room for ego in a critique group. Don't get defensive, don't argue, keep any histrionics in check. Your fellow writers aren't personally attacking you , they're trying to help you tell a better story (at least in a good workshop environment). You might disagree with what they are saying, but take what they say home with you and sleep on in. Don't waste the workshop's time by raging against the writerly machine. I could go on, but then what would my fellow Leaguers be left with for the week? Probably just their Pikachu/Venture Brothers slash tales... |
| Okay, so it's partially my fault. I never thought about what would happen BEYOND that first contract. So here's a quick run-down of things I have learned so far. 1) If you use a pseudonym, people will be BOUND AND DETERMINED to find out your real name. I have no idea why. Maybe it comes across as some sort of challenge. Who knows. But please don't tell me if you do find out my real name. You will just frighten me. 2) Everything you say on your blog becomes a platform. If you don't like red shoes, and you say so, the friends of the red shoe brigade will come out in droves to defend. Everything - even on your 'private' (ha ha, yeah right) journal must be scrutinized. 3) The real work only begins once you get the offer. 4) Promotion takes a helluva lot of time. There's LJ, MySpace, Facebook, industry blogs, email loops, newsletters, webpages... 5) And money. RWA, SFWA, Conferences, swag, websites... 6) Everything tied to NY publishing happens at a snail's pace. Which is good, really, because if it happened faster, I think they'd have to hospitalize me. 7) Editors are super-cool people that have an absolutely freakish love of books. I always thought they'd be some stingy jerks looking to keep a new writer out, but all the editors I have talked to so far are absolutely lovely and more fanatical about books than me. 8) It kind of IS like being in the cool club at high school. And other writers are so friggin nice, too. 9) Everyone is nice, actually. I have yet to meet an asshat. 10) You have to pick your hill to die on. If that means that you will have mantitty on your cover or a title like "Love's Labor Lost", then by golly, you will. Because it's really not that important in the scheme of things. Your book. Still being published. Still awesome. 11) Agents really do a lot more than just phone up editors and say "Want to buy this book?" Seriously. I thought that was all they did until I actually got a contract. Silly me. 12) You now have an Image. You should conform to this Image because you are now a Product. Do not stray from the Image because you do not want to confuse the Audience. 13) Did I mention your book is now a product? It is. It's not your baby. It's got more in common with a can of Coors Light than your child. 14) Getting a contract can fry your creativity temporarily. This is still ok. You'll work your way out of it. 15) Deadlines DO whoosh by. Frighteningly so. I thought people were joking. Ha ha. Not funny. 16) Your parents will be proud to tell everyone "My daughter writes books about vampire sex!" Parents are the greatest fans of all. I love mine. 17) People look at you differently once you get the Mighty Contract. Some people will think your opinion has weight now (it doesn't). Some people will think you have changed into an authorbeast (you haven't) and everything's gone to your head (trust me, it hasn't). You have changed, a little. Your writing priorities and scope just got shuffled over to a totally different (and sometimes bewildering) arena. 18) Your book is still a product. Still. So if your editor calls you and says "I really like the sequel, but marketing thinks that your were-billy-goat book will sell more copies if we change him to a vampire that sounds like a duck," then you'd better be prepared to start quacking. Because guess what? It's their product now. You sold it. If you want complete control over your product, NY is not for you. (For the record, my editor has made very small - but wonderful - suggestions about my book. But I have heard stories.) 19) Love your book, love your genre - even if marketing picks your genre for you. Read it, research it, and love it. Because your next book is going to be in this genre too. And probably the next. And the next. So make sure you love what you're writing. 20) It's ok to have professional jealousy. Really. Think about it like your dayjob, except you are *all* doing the same job. Someone runs down the hall and squeals "OMG I just got a 20k a year payraise!" And everyone cheers! And...then you look at your paystub. You didn't get a raise this year. You do the same job. Jealousy? Sure. Bound to happen. But she might get fired tomorrow for losing the big account, and you'll still be slow and steady you. You can envy other people's careers, but in the end, be happy with what you have. You're still employed, after all! 21) Still the best job in the world. Wouldn't trade a thing. Whew. |
| Honestly, I don't know what to say. To me, when one book ends, another typically begins with a short painful period of inactivity between then. I don't do much beyond writing books. Unfortunately, I don't have much time or money to spend on conventions. I rarely go out. In fact, most of my social life takes place on the net. Stacia said everything I pretty much had to say on this subject. So my post will be very short: if you want to succeed as a writer, take time to have fun. Take pleasure in your friends' successes. Even if they write better than you, sell more than you, or reviewed better than you. Everyone gets a bite of a little professional jealousy now and then, and that's fine. We're all human. But don't let jealousy consume you. It's not healthy. Take time to smell the roses outside. It a big huge world and writing isn't the only thing in it. Go out. Have fun. Walk on the beach. Have coffee with friends. Volunteer. So many of us define ourselves by what we do that we forget that there is more to our identity. Take time to help friends who need it. I can't tell you how much it means to me to be able to cry on my friends' shoulders or share gossip, or just be plain stupid together. It makes all the difference in the world. I think that if you take time to be a better person, it will in the long run pay off in many ways. And I think that in small part, it will help with your writing. Your work will be fuller and richer. People will read your blog because you will be interesting, and you will make those connections Anton mentioned. And you'll have good karma. Can;t beat good karma. |