Happy Halloween!! Blessed Samhain!! Woo-woo All Hallows Eve

What are you going to be for Hallowe’en? (If you’re going to dress up.)

(EDIT: I think I’m going to stick with the aging-hippie look, although I did get a neat-looking iridescent cape that’s probably so not fire-retardant that it would probably LOOK at a flame and turn to dust . . . so I could be a vampire hippie.)

What are you giving out? I’ll be answering the door with Tootsie Roll Pops and glow-in-the-dark packets of M&Ms.

Didn’t get to plug in my orange lightshow tonight, though, because. . . .

Our electricity was off ALL DAY today. They came to restore power at 10:02 PM after I called with my Sad Tale of Woe for the third time. It was MY fault. Hubby was quite pissed. I don’t know if I’m going to tell y’all about it. Finally, I called (for the fourth time) the outage number and told the person who answered that I had an elderly person who sleeps under oxygen in the house and that I really needed to know if they really were going to come sometime before midnight to fix things so that I could take her to a motel if not . . . somehow, I got a person who was easily guilted and/or was actually human, and he radioed the truck to come over and fix things. It took them only a second. There was a misunderstanding on my part and a dropped ball involved (not literally). *sigh* Everything I do is wrong.

Hurry: while the entry I’m talking about is still on the “top,” go read literary agent Jeff Kleinman’s “Reasons I Reject.”

He writes, in part:

[D]on’t come across as belligerent, or clueless, or desperate. Sound confident and comfortable – quickly and succinctly tell me about you and your work, and when you’ve done that, stop.

That was me. Desperate. A know-too-much who had too much to say about the various books and where they’d already traveled. Not submissive and potentialy too demanding. I think that’s how I blew it with the Big-Time Agent for _Camille’s Travels_ on the phone.

And:

Genre unclear. […] Go back to your bookstore and make sure there’s a clear, identifiable place on the shelf for your book, and be sure, in the cover letter, to tell me what it is. […] [T]he book needs to be true to what it is; but whether what it is is saleable is an entirely different matter.

Most of my other books have THIS problem. “I don’t know how I’d pitch it.”

So that’s why I wrote in the comment section of ‘s last entry that I wished I could believe what she’d typed–that if your book is good, it WILL be picked up by New York if you are persistent–and that I used to believe that, but I don’t any more. I had to grow up. I couldn’t remain the idealist and live in the real world.

(EDIT: ALthough the original post was regarding a guy who put forth the argument that he couldn’t get pubbed because publishing has a bias against men and towards women and he is getting blackballed ’cause he’s a guy–which doesn’t make any sense, really–Scalzi at WHATEVER adds this TNH quotation to my ammo. “All things being equal, it’s probably likely that what [the reject is] writing isn’t up to snuff, but even if it is, sometimes even that’s not enough; as Teresa Nielsen Hayden notes in her justifiably famous “Slushkiller” essay, sometimes a writer can do everything right and still not get their work taken.”)

Books and old movies are more real to me than reality. –apologies to , who said that about an acquaintance of hers, but it applies more to ME, I swear.

How can it have been 32 years already. . . .

Today is my daddy’s death-day anniversary. He crossed into the next world on the morning of October 28, 1974, when I was fourteen years old.

In some ways, it doesn’t seem as if it can have been that long. It doesn’t seem completely impossible that we’ve merely been waiting for him to return. But if you look around at Richardson, Texas, it’s very different now. The roads are paved (grin), buildings sit where cotton fields ruled, and the family farms and pastures have been replaced by shopping plazas. There’s so much more traffic and noise and pollution. The boonies has become a boomtown.

I do wish he could have been here for personal computers. He was actually a rocket scientist. No, really: he worked at NASA as a contractor through Schlumberger to formulate rocket fuels. We got an 8mm movie projector for home partly because he would bring home films to study, films of failed launches, and analyze them. He worked all the way up until the first Apollo capsule burned up on the launch pad (because of the pure oxygen atmosphere, something that he and several other engineers/physicists had warned against), and then he left to come here to Dallas and work at the fledgling E-Systems (same place I ended up working) to develop algorithms. After his first heart attack, doctors told him he’d need to be sedentary (this was pre-bypass, guys), and he became a math professor at UT/Dallas. He had taught at Oklahoma A&M (now OSU) and Mississippi Southern (now USM) in the 1950s while finishing up his Ph. D., so that worked out well.

I think he’d have loved to play with all the new electronic toys. He was an amateur radio operator, had a light plane, and bought that electronic organ (Estey two-console) on which I learned to play by ear. He built a “hi-fi” stereo back when just about no one had fancy audiophile stuff. And I was always there watching when I was a little kid, watching him discharge a capacitor so he could work inside one of the electronic gadgets we had. (This was pre-transistorization and solid state everything, so the stereo’s amplifier was tube. It was a HarmonKardon from a kit with a Garrard turntable and an early reel-to-reel deck and Jensen wall-mounted speakers that were five feet tall. That thing was the best-sounding stereo you’ll ever hear.)

He’d have loved to have e-mail! He had a time-sharing terminal in the house for a while. We had a hardcopy terminal for a few months, and I used up a roll of paper playing blackjack and golf and an early form of “Advent,” but got into trouble because I overran the time we were supposed to get to share. Nobody back then had even seen a terminal in a house or an acoustic modem. I suppose I was destined to be stuck working with computers, after all of that.

But anyway, he was supposed to stick around to take care of my mom. She did pretty well as an independent old crow until she got older and frail and started having health problems. Still, I think it would have been more fun to see the two of them going down the road together to old age.

I suppose they have math in Heaven. I suppose I’ll find out, by and by. I also know that all of his brothers and sisters are there with him now. I realize that this incarnation isn’t supposed to be permanent. Doesn’t make me feel any happier, though.

I miss him. I don’t know whether he’d be proud of me and my screwed-up mess of a life, of course, but I do know we could have great discussions (now that I’m not a mewling and puking teenybopper and actually know something about math and philosophy) and hold a few more really good chess games where he wouldn’t have to so obviously LET me win. Today has been tough, but then what day isn’t?

As the song goes, “Life is unfair. . . .”

Friday night and we rolled up the sidewalks at 9 PM

I was thinking that I need to do that post about why I wanted to do a genre mystery that didn’t do what’s expected . . . but that seemed too much like work, so I decided to link to on genre/commercial mysteries and some of the conventions in them.

All day tomorrow, hubby will be online in an online class all about how to play World of Warcraft mo’ bettah. This wastes his entire pre-weekend-before-Halloween preparation time. I’m getting tired of being a WoW widow, although it does keep him off the streets and means he doesn’t follow me around trying to make me do projects that he has thought up for me, the way my mother does. . . .

And perhaps I can put the finishing touches on my own costume.

Yes, it’s true that I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.

Never yell THEATER in a crowded fire

Whoa! Stop what you’re doing and go read ‘s
group dynamics rant for fictioneers.

Take care with language, as words have power. Remember, God created the universe with a word and invoked the light with a second. Meaning can change as one letter changes. For lack of an “r,” we lick ice cream off a CONE instead of a CRONE. A FIEND becomes a FRIEND when we borrow that same “r.” Don’t be one of those careless writers who pours (maple syrup?) over books one should pore over, or who “looses” things upon the world instead of merely losing them.

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“Shinto emphasizes ancestor worship; praying for a bunch of unstable alcoholics to improve my life from beyond the grave seems like a recipe for disaster.”–science101, on why he has rejected various beliefsystems for himself

It is a dang shame that High School Never Ends for some people.

Now, go carve your pumpkin!

Checking in

Dashing off a brief entry here before running off to yet ANOTHER meeting (*YAM*) . . . “very unlike me, I must say.” (Imagine this being said in an uppity Martin Short voice.)

Last night’s meeting of the Writers’ League of Texas, Dallas chapter, was a lot of fun! I met several new people and reconnected with Janet Carter and her friend. I sat on a four-person panel and answered questions about critique groups. We also covered a few other topics, such as “Should I outline?” and “How long should a novel be?” (Of course, there are many answers to both of these questions.) I’ll link to the newsletter writeup of the meeting when it’s online.

The meeting was in the basement of the Richardson library. They’ve remodeled my library (sob)–and where are those heavy carved wooden “Zodiac” entry doors?! I hope they didn’t let some builder haul them away. They were so perfect . . . but considered too Pagan or too ’70s, I suppose. (sigh) Also, there are too many CDs and DVDs and such. Where are all the books? Where are those huge bound tomes of back issues of “Life” and other magazines that we used to pull down and go through all the time when I was in high school? (We used to do that for research on various time periods and for debate, because you had to have background material for debate.) I used to practically live there one day a week all summer and a couple of evenings a week during the school year. Thank goodness that the Internet has become a sort of library for everyone, so the knowledge isn’t completely lost. Or is it?

“Midlist writers today tend to write book after book after book and just sort of toss them over the side like tossing notes in a bottle into the ocean.”–

That’s me . . . message in a bottle. 5-cent deposit bottle.

GENRE: Mystery–cozy, or traditional

Mysteries are modern morality plays where justice is served and the wicked get their comeuppances. My husband doesn’t like them because he doesn’t think that there’s enough mourning or upset about the victims; some people see them as too stylized. But the genre is here to stay, at least for the left-brained.

I thought about this because of a question that Coneycat came up with (and I’m still going to go back and answer it in the comment thread; I’ve had trouble getting comments to post today, and when I bring up misssnark’s blog, it gives me an Internet Explorer error/crash, so *some* setting is wrong.) I was thinking about the agreement about the “fair-play with the reader” mystery that we now have. Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers were early proponents of this style, and S. S. Van Dyne made up a set of rules about it. (Before that, Sherlock Holmes and others didn’t necessarily play by those fair rules, and might not give readers a chance to solve the puzzles before the answer was given.)

A fair-play mystery generally follows a few rules.

* The characters involved in the crime (specifically, the murderer(s)) must be introduced early. Some say by chapter three. Most people like it when the baddie is there somewhere in the early chapters.

* Clues have to be there, though authors may use misdirection and other techniques to keep them from sticking out and being too obvious.

* The amateur sleuth or pro detective solves the crime using the same set of clues that the reader has been given. No fair having the sleuth “suddenly realize something” and rush off to solve the crime.

* The sleuth shouldn’t “make a lucky guess” or find out only when he or she is about to become a victim. That’s because the reader doesn’t get the chance to figure out whodunit.

Most Agatha Christie novels play fair, but there are a couple that don’t. (I think _Ten Little Indians_ and _The ABC Murders_ are the two that my professor in “Genre Writing” class railed against; the first is a locked-room mystery, and the second, he said, didn’t introduce the murderer until two-thirds in. He was very adamant about that being bad. And he also hated _The Murder of Roger Aykroyd_ because the narrator did it and he said that wasn’t fair. We must admit that it was clever, and she was one of the first to do the unreliable mystery narrator bit, along with my beloved Edgar Allan Poe. However, I can’t remember her books very well because the class was *ahem* a long time ago. If it makes any difference, the prof loved _Eye of the Needle_ by Ken Follett and wanted us to write one like that.) On the other hand, a number of Lillian Jackson Braun’s books don’t (IMHO), but they’re charming and well-written, so people still enjoy them.

“It is a hoodwinking contest, a duel between author and reader,” wrote John Dickson Carr (who was a mystery author under several pseudonyms.) “The author and reader operate according to the assumption that the voice of the author is trustworthy and that the narrator may underemphasize certain important clues or misdirect the reader, but does not lie.”

Dorothy Sayers explains: “That the writer himself should tell a flat lie is contradictory to all the canons of detective art” (Sayers, “Aristotle on Detective Fiction,” Unpopular Opinions, 1946). This would mean that the POV character is presumptively excluded as a suspect. I suppose that’s the reason my professor got his knickers in such a knot.

Some scholars say mysteries are genre, entertainment only, even lowbrow. Others see mystery fiction as “part of a serious effort to address and work out major literary and social issues, such as human consciousness and the nature of art, the precariousness of the narrative representation of truth, the workings of tragedy, the limitations of justice, traditional gender roles, and the capacity of human action and the extent of freedom of choice.” (At least that’s what a professor at Berkeley says.)

Now . . . MY little twist on the normal pattern of a cozy isn’t all that unusual. I took the rule “amateur sleuth finds the body and gets accused” and turned it on its head when I had my heroine fired from the company, made to turn in her cardkey/badge, and sent home to cool her heels . . . and then her ex-boss dies the next morning at work, victim of an allergic reaction to a beverage. Her prints are on the bottles because she had been in that break room fridge. A bottle of the stuff the man was allergic to got planted in her cubicle (where her stuff still sits.) Her badge (after she had turned it in) was used to click in the night before. And she’d had a HUGE public confrontation with the boss and with his wife the day before. She finds out about the death the next day through a comedy-of-errors scene that’s supposed to be witty or humorous. Could I have written it differently? Yes. But I wanted to do something different. I didn’t want to use the cookie-cutter.

The newest member of my ex-critgroup had it right when she asked, “Couldn’t you rewrite it so that she has to go back in there or is there when the body drops?” I suppose I could change the story that much, but I don’t think I need to. She didn’t get to read the opening chapters that set all of this up, so she missed the way that I worked it. I think my way *will* be interesting to readers, but it remains to be seen. But she was right to question it, because there is such a strong tradition that mystery novels have to go A-B-C-Bob’s your uncle, not C-Q-X-ooo, shiny!

Can you write (and perversely like) a dislike-worthy protagonist? You can get away with writing Dortmunder (a hero/criminal) if you’re Grandmaster Donald E. Westlake, but can you if you’re just Newbie Unpublished Unwashed? I don’t know. I usually hear that people want to like and identify with your character from the get-go, or else they’ll toss your book into the SASE. On the other hand, some writers have been very successful writing serial killers and writing Mr. Ripleys. I prefer humorous stuff myself. I find enough angst lying around the consensus reality that we’re stuck in without making a bunch of it up.

Shoulda seen THAT one coming

I figured this would happen eventually, but not THIS soon. I should know myself well enough by now (I’m old) that I wouldn’t go out and join groups. Groups are difficult to deal with. People are so temperamental and develop all kinds of expectations. I’m much better one-on-one.

I enjoyed the critique group that I was in up until yesterday, but at the end of the meeting, the organizer aired the grievances that she’d been storing up for (apparently) several weeks now, and when I realized that her problems were mainly with me and my way of working, I left the group. No hard feelings. The only thing that I feel crappy about is that I won’t get to continue exchanging thoughts with the fellow who’s the songwriter and with the new person in the group; I felt that we had somewhat of a workable connection. But when I e-mailed them to say that I’d be thrilled to continue working with them online or elsewhere, I got silence, so that’s that. So it goes. So be it. Poo-tee-weet?

The reason I left was NOT because I didn’t want to “follow the rules” that I was being accused of having bent, BTW. It was because I think the tactics used (see below) were ridiculous game-playing, and I knew that I couldn’t promise to “always be perfect and more like you” from now on, so I couldn’t see any better solution. Once I left, if the only problems were those listed, their problems were solved. And I think that’s the logical answer.

However, I did accept the invitation I got by phone to be on a panel at the Writers’ League of Texas Dallas Chapter meeting next weekend. It’s going to be all about critique groups: how to get ’em, how to keep ’em. Or something like that. I now have yet another bad example to tell people about.

Or maybe I am the bad example. But I know how to help people set up groups, so that’s probably what I’ll talk about.

Here’s some advice for those of you who either work in groups (of any kind, not just critique circles) or have some group activity that you participate in.

If you get upset with another group member, the first thing you should do is take this up privately with that group member. You can e-mail that person or call on the phone, or whatever. Good managers know this. Find out why they’re doing X, or if they even realize they’re doing X, or if they actually ARE doing X, before you drive your blood pressure up. If instead you decide to air your grievances during a group meeting, even if you try to cloak it in “the group is doing this” and “some people are getting away with that,” it’s going to make things worse. People do not tolerate being chewed out in front of the group, at least not once they develop a bit of self-respect, and they frankly don’t have to take it. I used to have to sit through bullcrap and innuendo like that when I had a Real Job . . . but now I don’t.

Furthermore: Don’t sit there and stew and sulk for weeks because you don’t like something that you think another group member did or is doing, and work yourself up to an entire book of Green Stamps (to borrow some terminology from Transactional Analysis–actually, I think they make a distinction between green and brown stamps), and get all self-righteous, and be moody at about three or four meetings without giving any clue . . . and then at the fourth meeting, as it’s ending, burst out with a list of grievances that “the group” is doing, making the list include only those specific things that you are accusing that one other member of doing.

Because it’s silly. Why not just stand up at the first meeting during which you feel you’re being slighted, and say, “I only read and commented on the first 12 pages of your chapter because we agreed that we’d submit about 12 pages per meeting, and I don’t have time to read more”? That makes more sense. If others read more than the assigned pages (especially if those pages don’t garner much by way of commentary in the first place), then that’s THEIR issue, isn’t it? If other members chime in that their solid limit is ten pages, or whatever, then that’s fine. But if someone else reads further and it doesn’t appear to bother them, what does that matter, really?* If another member arranges to get a private crit of three chapters from another member, and the two wait until the meeting’s ended in order to take that up, then why can’t the rest of the members go ahead and take off? What’s it to them? This is the part I never get.

More to the point, if your days are so tightly scheduled that you can only allow one hour to do the entire critique group experience twice a month . . . I have some other observations to make.

If you are concerned that group members are not “getting equal time,” then you will HAVE to resort to using an egg timer/stopwatch/kitchen timer to keep track of exactly how long people have talked about a particular piece. Some submissions won’t get much comment, while others may have a major plot hole, and the author will receive lots of ideas and brainstorming. This means that different subs will naturally end up getting different amounts of time spent on them. Occasionally a twenty-pager will be pretty polished and not need much said about it, while a ten-pager has several spots where the author has done hand-waving instead of figuring out how the heroine can escape the clutches of the wicked landlord in some logical and believable way. In general, this stuff will balance out. If it doesn’t, then you aren’t producing enough pages–get to work so they’ll have to critique stacks of your pages. Or you’ll have to throw the floor open for questions/answers if a member still has sand left in the hourglass once everyone has talked about that member’s work. If you need that kind of perfection.

And you should mention this the FIRST time that you experience it instead of stewing and brooding over it until you blow up.

Worried about the time your group is spending? Okay, so you have a life and/or a job. You want to spend only one lunch hour a month on this thing, and you’ve limited the group size. What else?

First, don’t turn the group into a “I sit here and read off all the stuff that I wrote in the margins of your piece and then explain what I wrote and try to get you to respond” group. You could just as well go around the circle and ask people to give a quick summary of what they’ve noticed, and then let ’em say, “I wrote down my line edits and comments. E-mail me if you have questions, or get with me later.” That would mean that the circuit would take around five to ten minutes per participant. That was the way I thought my latest group was going to work, but when everyone else took the tactic of reading all the stuff off page by page, it made me feel as if THEY felt I wasn’t giving them enough . . . in other words, I had marked up punctuation and other suggestions on the page, but I wasn’t reading it aloud, and so that made it seem that I had given short shrift to the consideration. So I figured, hey, it’s going to be more of a social group. I started doin’ it their way. This was apparently a major irritant for Someone.

To be fair, one group member (that songwriter) generally leads off his critiques with his overall impression and with the issues he thinks you need to address. He talks about structure and character arc. I was delighted to discover that the new group member (at her second meeting yesterday) also addresses structure. She had been tossed into the fifth chapter or so of the Jacquidon mystery and had some reasonable concerns about why my murder takes place offstage. These are the kinds of questions that I think a group is really about, not the “I didn’t get this line” and “What’s this word mean” and “I hate the name Drynx’nyrd” kinds of questions. Unfortunately, I won’t get to pursue that any further with them.

(I think that groups who exchange crits by e-mail fare FAR better. There’s never a face-to-face moment, and therefore, if I say that I have come to the conclusion that the last three chapters you’ve submitted have not moved forward in the story spine but have been rocks that you threw at the character to create false complications that have nothing to do with your main story . . . then you get to jump up from the computer, throw things, rant and yell, and *then* decide that you’ll think about it a while before responding with, “Can you elaborate?” by e-mail. Also, all the critting is done during whatever part of the day the writers wanna do it, so night owls do it at night, while daytime people do it during the sunnytime. There’s never a problem with evening meetings, scheduling, lunch meetings, and what-have-you. The only reason I ever go to in-person groups, frankly, is because I’m so isolated and I need some social contact now and then. I always find the discussion stimulating. That’s why I don’t moan that “we’re running over time.” But then it’s made clear up front that I don’t have anything else planned for that particular afternoon, and it’s nice to be out of the house for a while.)

Also, if it bugs you THAT much when people are occasionally late, up to 15 minutes or so, then you should be in a group of people other than writers/creative types. Just start without whoever’s not there. They can catch up. This isn’t work. If somebody’s always late and holding up the group by more than fifteen to twenty minutes, then that person should perhaps leave the group. And that person is probably perfectly happy to do so, knowing that she isn’t doing it on purpose, she wasn’t THAT late, and she won’t be able to change the life circumstances that always screw with her schedule . . . so just ask.

I personally am congenitally late. Things just happen to delay me, no matter how early I start getting dressed. I’m almost never less than five minutes late to things unless I start out really early. I can sometimes be ten minutes late simply because I spent time driving around the parking lot, running to the bathroom, or stopping to give somebody directions because they were lost and collared me at the front door to the meeting place. However, I tell people up front that I may be late now and then, and if it’s not a social event and others will have to sit around waiting for me, I usually don’t sign up for whatever it is.

Yep, it would be nice if I didn’t have this problem. But I’m sure you know at least one other person who is like this, always has been, and doesn’t seem to be able to “correct” it (assuming that the dominant culture is right and you should NEVER be late EVER.)

I am who I am. I’m [blankety-blank] years old, and I’ve tried to change all my life in order to be more like what others want and expect . . . and it hasn’t worked. So at last, I have accepted myself as I am.

I have flaws. [Horrors!] I have strengths as well (although these strengths certainly don’t necessarily offset or excuse my weaknesses), and I play to those strengths. One of my strengths is being able to argue either side of most questions. Another is that I can tolerate weirdness and diversity in others (for instance, if you have a deadly fear of sidewalks, I will happily pick my way across the wet grass with you, even if it means my suede boots get baptized a little. What’s the harm? If you don’t ride elevators, we’ll take the stairs. It’s better for your health.)

I do NOT have the strength of keeping track of time . . . when I’m trying to leave, there’s always some sudden crisis, or Mama panics and says she can’t breathe (and ends up coming along), or someone comes to the door and can’t be put off . . . it’s a curse.

I also am not one to interrupt people or use a stopwatch to try to limit their critique time if they’re on a roll talking about theme and so forth, and so if someone wants a moderator who’ll always do that, I would suggest that *that* person always be the moderator so it’s always done right. I have found over the years that there are different types of people, and that it isn’t effective to expect X out of a Y person. I should know better by now than to join groups, as most groups do run in the “X” mode, and I run in the “Y” mode (and only shift into “X” with difficulty.) That is my flaw, not the fault of the groups, which must run under rules. (Generally, in large groups or in classes, the organized ones run things and those who are INTPs like me just tag along under the radar, so it doesn’t bother the organized ones. It’s in small groups where this stuff happens.)

Oh, and one final thing. If you are going to e-mail someone and you don’t really want to apologize but you feel that you have to pass something off as an apology because it’s expected, here’s a great line: “Fredette, you got your feelings hurt today and I am sorry for my part in it. You knew what the guidelines were and you said on your way out that you couldn’t follow them.”** Why, gosh, it’s a real expression of regret!

I think that’s about as passive-aggressive as it gets. “I accept no responsibility for your getting your feelings hurt by what I said, and it’s YOUR problem.” What ever happened to just saying that you’re sorry, IF you ARE, or saying that you regret what happened? I suppose that fell by the wayside way back when, along with virginity through junior high years and the iceman coming to stick a chunk of ice in your icebox.

But so it goes. I think I have a lot to add to the discussion of critique and the how-and-why. I’m looking forward to seeing what others say.

* That’s another thing. Let’s say you have a typical book, around 300 pages. And you join a critique group that meets twice a month or so and does only 12 pages each time. It’s going to take the group (300/12=25) twenty-five meetings to get through that book so that you can do your revision. That’s a little over a year! You can improve this throughput if you do a chapter per meeting, assuming your chapters are around 25 pages. If you only have five people in your group, that’s 100 pages every two weeks for you to read and meditate upon (you don’t have to do your own pages, so 4*25, if you’re balking at the arithmetic.) I think that improves your throughput greatly. (300/25=12, and I didn’t even have to do any arithmetic!) You’ll get through that in six months, which is about the same amount of time that some of us let a first/second draft lie before going back to get it submission-ready. I think this is more workable. I used to be in an SF/F crit group that did 25-30 pages at a time for each of us, and we photocopied the subs and handed them out at meetings to be brought back the next time (this wasn’t cheap back then!) One member dropped out, so the writer who hosted us at her house started running two of her books through the group. Somebody protested that she was taking advantage, but I didn’t mind, because I liked both of her books and she’s my old college roomie, so, y’know. But there was a bit of friction over that. She finally smoothed it over by taking everyone to the pizza parlor after meetings.

**Not exactly accurate. My feelings really weren’t hurt–but my sense of how things should work was. On my way out, I mentioned that if the guidelines were so rigid, I couldn’t promise that I would never violate one again, accidentally or inadvertently, and that the best way to make sure that everything ran smoothly would be for me to leave and create an opening for someone who *does* work their way. I also felt that the direct approach would have worked MUCH better. However, people hear what they want to hear. Including me–and I don’t want to hear any more about it. *grin* La, la, la.
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“It’s more sad than anything else, to see someone with such potential throw it all down the drain because of a sexual addiction.” –Ex.-Rep. Mark Foley, in 1998, on Bill Clinton (via Old Horsetail Snake)
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“I’m not, like, that smart.” –Paris Hilton (ditto)
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I delete your consensus reality and subsitute my own, better reality!

CRAFT: Yeep


I can’t watch. . ..

A story . . . what IS it, anyway? It’s a collection of related events that mean something to the “star” or heroine of the tale. But the events are related temporally and (ideally) causally. The storyline is the listing of events and the emotional landscape surrounding them. The plot is the cause-and-effect linkage between the events.

When you plot, you usually start by listing scenes and how the characters change over time.

A given scene can fit into any of three possible places:
* chronologically, at the point in the story when it happens;
* retrospectively, as a flashback to an earlier time in the story;
* prospectively, as a flash-forward to a future time in the story.

(I think I got THAT bit from Patricia C. Wrede. Or somebody else on the WRITING echo.)

Flashbacks are kind of out of style nowadays, but they can still be useful, and many writers sneak them in as mini-flashbacks within introspection (during the “sequel” part of narrative, if you’re familiar with the Dwight V. Swain terminology of “Scene and Sequel”–and if not, why aren’t you?)

The flashback-as-fully dramatized scene is good when you’re jumping way back to a seminal event or to some happening that’s at the heart of today’s story. For example, you might go back to Joey’s childhood to explain why he’s terrified of Santa Claus. Or you may need to show the rape or murder that took place in someone’s Lost Years so that readers know the Truth At Last.

But most of the time, you can sneak in a flashback and get away with it as a brief narrative summary. This way, you can get across a detail or fact that needs to be covered but is too dull to show or would stop the story. For instance, someone protests that she can’t accompany her uncle to the store. Scene break. Next scene, she’s in the car with her arms crossed across her chest, scowling, as her uncle holds forth on politics and steers the Range Rover around the curve in the road. She’s thinking how crappy the hand is that Fate has dealt her, as she couldn’t let him go off by himself because of his mental problems as demonstrated by the psychotic break he had last week when he took off his clothes and said he was a canary and they just barely stopped him from climbing into the cage with that go-go dancer at Hootie’s.

That is, if the story NEEDS you to tell people this. Sometimes it will. If it’s funny, it’s easier to get away with (IMHO).

If you have only one flashback, and you only flash back a few days to an event that wasn’t covered in its proper place, it’s going to seem that you’re covering something up (to conceal information from the reader) or that you’re not a good planner, even if you’re really doing it for pacing. It’ll seem odd, and readers will remember, “She told us about that . . . it must be really important.” You’d better have a payoff that justifies it, or else people will grouse (and even if you do, you’ll still get complaints, the way Agatha Christie did about that first-person book that eliminated a key scene early on. She used to NOT play fair all the time, and did things like not introducing the criminal until the next-to-last chapter so no one had a chance to guess, and so I would be one of the complainers in her case.) Flashing back to picking up your prescription and noticing the pharmacist wore a black opal will make both these items seem like Maguffins. If they aren’t . . . well, people won’t be happy.

On the other hand, if your story is relentlessly sequential, it could be easier to sell, but you could be accused of “doing the same old thing and never taking chances with story structure.”

I’ve seen an imagined conversation called a flash-sideways, but I don’t think that is true except in the case where your heroine is having a dual-reality experience. If she’s keeping up with what could be happening in a parallel universe–or what IS happening in the Astral Plane–that could be useful. Line up over there with Phil Dick and the last winner of the PKD Prize to discuss.

And here’s something I saw in a critique circle that I attended by chatroom (for a new writer who was being savaged by the Know-It-Alls, unfortunately; I e-mailed her, but I don’t know if I undid any of the damage.) It’s all about one o’ my betes noires (pet peeves).

Her story began, “There was a yellow house on the corner of Conifer and Gaywood that the kids all said was haunted.”

The chat people said, “Never use ‘there was’ or ‘there is,’ because they are both passive and flat. ‘Was’ is passive voice and is always a passive and therefore weak verb. Don’t use this for your opening line.”

They then proceeded to make up ever-more-florid and farfetched and incomprehensible opening lines for the story. Ack!

First: “There was a knock at the door” is *NOT* passive voice.

Further: The construction “There is/was/are/were/will be” is idiomatic in English. Fowler refers to it as an “inversion” and Karen Elizabeth Gordon calls it “the expletive there” (compare the construction to “Here are the orts you ordered for October” and “It was a dark and stormy night.” In French, it’s “il y a,” and it’s idiomatic there, as well. This is the “normal” way to say things. “There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun” is a great opening line. So is her original line, I think. Made me anticipate a Shirley Jackson-esque story.

Passive voice, BTW, would be “The door was knocked upon.” The action is emphasized, and the actor is not mentioned (and could be unknown.) “The grades were passed out in class” versus “Mrs. Hoffman passed out our grades in class.” Sometimes the action should be emphasized, and the actor is of no consequence or would distract readers, making them think that the character is more important than a walk-on.

Take heed. He who has ears to hear, let him hear.
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It is rare to see a generally correct/accepted “In this sort of case, writers should *always* do that” Unbendable Rule; it is very seldom that there’s even a “one should *mostly* do this” or even “*usually* stick to these options” answer. Maybe there’s a “preferably, if feasible” answer, but you can’t count on it. What works in Your Masterpiece Novel depends on the character/plot circumstances, the overall feel/tone of the book, and the way you think.

After all, a novel is in some way a tour of the writer’s mind. Sometimes it’s a tour of Those Hidden Caverns. Other times, it’s a romp through the What-If circuits. Usually you can see a little of each.
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“Instant classic” bears the same relation to a classic as instant coffee does to freshly ground beans.