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Not Insane

From time to time I meet up with some other local authors and we sit in a place (it varies) and do some writing. It’s very slightly social (the idea is not to talk to each other the whole time) but mostly the idea is to be productive. I find doing it in a group useful mostly from an accountability standpoint, i.e. I will feel guilty if the others see me goofing off on Twitter instead of writing the thing I’m meant to be writing. Also, going to a different place to work from time to time (although I deeply value my Writing Deck time) is useful because it stops me wandering off to do laundry or pet the cats instead of staying on task.

So the group writing sessions are very useful. I got refocused and back on track with the first draft of Heretic Blood by going to a bunch of them, and today I got a nice little bit of the new project hammered out by just going to a room with some other writers and sitting there and getting shit done. Well worth getting out of my pjs for.

Today’s session was also useful in a different kind of way: during one of our ‘get more coffee’ intermissions, we got to talking about how we work and I mentioned that thing I do (which I have written about here several times) where I write the first draft of my stories out of order. I think I’ve also mentioned that when I explain this process to other people, I get a strong feeling that it sounds insane.

Today though, one of the people I was writing with, who happens to be a thoroughly legitimate professional (and, in fact, I suspect that after a few more years go by, people won’t believe me if I claim to know him) said that he does the same thing, for many of the same reasons. I don’t mention this to argue that this means I am doing things Right (I still don’t believe that there is a Right way to do things), but because it was really very validating to have another writer say that yes, they do things that way too.

I think it’s very easy to convince ourselves (especially those of us prone to Impostor Syndrome) that however we do things is a massive ongoing disaster and that people will think we’re insane for doing it. So it’s almost a relief to hear that yes, other people use the same methods. I would go so far as to speculate, in fact, that no matter what method any individual writer is using to get the words on the page and their stuff completed, there’s a whole bunch doing the same thing. Because it works for them.

So what I’m doing isn’t insane (or at least no more insane than the endeavour of ‘creative writing’ is as a whole), what any of you reading may be doing also isn’t insane, and what matters is that the shit gets done.

Man, that’s dangerously close to advice again. We’ll call it there.

Thanks for reading.

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Two Artists

In the past week (and indeed on one particular day) the literary world lost two huge talents: Harper Lee and Umberto Eco.

I wrote a bit about Harper Lee a few months ago now, upon the release of her second novel, Go Set a Watchman. (Which I still haven’t read. Sigh.) I don’t want to go over all the same ground again, although I did read that plans for a Broadway adaptation of Mockingbird will now proceed, despite Lee being steadfastly opposed to the idea her whole life. Whatever the circumstances surrounding the decision to publish Watchman (and I doubt we will ever really know, now), this seems like astonishingly bad taste.

I have no doubt a Broadway Mockingbird will sell tickets and make people rich(er), but I wish the will of the woman who wrote the book would still be respected. If she didn’t want her book adapted in that manner, leave it at that. There are writers who would leap at the chance to have their stories brought to Broadway. Go do one of those.

In any case, Lee was remarkable for a variety of reasons, among which was her impact and standing in the literary world as a writer who had – until quite recently – only ever published one book. It’s hard to think of another author in quite the same position. To Kill a Mockingbird is one of the most famous novels in English, most would say deservedly so. It has been taught in English literature classes for generations, now, and although there’s been some controversy from time to time, few people argue with its presence on the syllabus.

It’s astonishing to think of writing a book that good and then never writing, or at least publishing, anything else. (Remember, our best information is that Watchman, despite when it is set, was written prior to Mockingbird) Harper Lee is well-known for being a reclusive person and uncomfortable with her fame, so perhaps that’s why. Perhaps she never had another story she thought needed telling in quite the same way. Maybe, with the immense impact of Mockingbird, she was understandably a bit daunted at the prospect of coming up with something that would measure up to it. (From my own extremely limited experience as a writer, I can tell you that having people say they enjoyed a book is of course wonderful, but does add a little extra pressure to writing the follow up – I don’t want to let them down)

I wonder what would have happened if Lee had published several more novels. It’s unlikely (I guess) that they could all have been as good as Mockingbird (although you never know); how would she have been regarded then? Would her standing have been diminished by producing additional work of a slightly lesser quality? Is part of her appeal that (again, until very recently) that she gave us one fantastic piece of literature, and then nothing more? It’s hard to know. I suspect that Mockingbird would have had much the same impact regardless of what followed it (and I don’t expect it to be really diminished by the appearance of Watchman) and so all that would have happened was that her fans would have had more of her work to enjoy. It’s sad that that will never happen, now, but there can be few writers who have touched as many lives as Harper Lee.

I trust that will continue. And I will read Watchman, eventually.

Umberto Eco is probably not as well-known as Lee, in part because we (probably) didn’t read him in high school. On the other hand he wrote a great deal more, and I regret that I haven’t read more of his work. (More things to put on my pile of ‘things that must be read’, which always gets bigger) Reading reactions to his death, though, you can see that this is a writer who touched people on a very deep level, and reading his own ideas about the craft of writing, you can easily tell that this was a person who deeply loved the written word.

I’m not sure it’s possible to study medieval history without having read The Name of the Rose, which is probably (?) his most famous work. Some scholars will quibble with pieces of the novel’s portrayal of medieval life, certainly not everyone likes the book in the same way (or at all, to be fair to some student who find it on their required reading list) but few people really debate the importance of that portrayal and its usefulness in starting a conversation about medieval society. Personally, I found it a rich and compelling piece of entertainment as well. It is a book that uses a fine story to make you think, and although not every book necessarily needs to do that, the ones that do tend to stick with you for a long while.

If that was all Eco had written, I think by most standards he would have done all right. Of course Eco wrote a great deal more, both fiction and non-fiction, and for people who know all of his work very well, Name of the Rose isn’t (I gather) always their favourite or considered his best work. I haven’t read enough of his stuff to be able to say, although I can say that everything I have read from him has always seemed incredibly perceptive of what people are like and impressively thoughtful. Eco understood the impact the written word could have and knew how to use his tools to reach his audience on a level not many writers get anywhere close to. I tend to use the word ‘artist’ for writers in general; I think Eco is one who very clearly deserves it.

So, not incidentally, does Harper Lee.

I love what Eco wrote about his discomfort with the label of ‘intellectual’. He said (I paraphrase, obviously) that the label was often misused – used to denote academics and scholars nearly exclusively. However, a professor who has been giving the same lectures for 40 years (and we probably all had at least one of those) without thinking about their content isn’t really doing any work with their mind. A craftsman, though, who comes up with a new way of solving a problem of construction or creation, certainly is, and that’s what Eco thought an intellectual really was: someone who does work with their mind, bringing forth new ideas.

It’s a great point and it makes many things into ‘intellectual’ pursuits; I suppose it flatters me slightly in that writing fiction has a case for the label. Overall, though, it’s a wonderfully anti-elitist way of rethinking a term that we tend to use in fairly static fashion, and it makes the idea of being an intellectual sound rather more attractive than its usual connotations of a distant ivory tower. If we accept Eco’s definition, then we can all be intellectuals, regardless of formal education or whatever our job is. We should certainly try.

With ideas like this, it’s not hard to understand the grief at the loss of Umberto Eco to the world. Whether he liked the intellectual label or not, it’s clear that his mind was a very bright light and it is sad that it has now gone out.

One of the great things about writing, though, and one way in which writers are very fortunate, is that their ideas are still with us, and will be as long as the written word endures. We can regret that there won’t be any new work from these amazing artists (although I see that Eco’s publisher is moving up the release of what will be his final book), but we still have what they already gave us.

It’s a comfort.

Go be intellectuals.

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Other Writers

I love writers. I suppose this might be obvious, but on the other hand it may be worth emphasizing. I put a graphic up on my Facebook page yesterday about not seeing other writers as competition, and I’ve seen a good few of those kind of things kicking around lately (which is good). I really do see writers in general as being on the same side as I am. They are inspiration and encouragement to do better and, of course, a steady source of great, fun, astounding art. I thought I’d write a little about that today – it was either that or more about fire, and I’m sure no-one wants that.

On the one hand, it is kind of easy to see why someone might see other writers as their competition, rather than being part of a team. Especially in our hyper-connected age, you see a lot of writers posting news in various places about getting an agent or getting a book deal and it is perhaps natural to think ‘well goddamn, that’s one less opportunity for me’. It’s probably fairly easy to think this way because (in part) that’s how capitalism trains us to think. Everyone in the same business as you is a competitor.  Every opportunity another writer got is one you can’t get anymore.

That isn’t how I see it. For one thing, I love to read and so I want there to be a steady stream of awesome books coming out. In addition, though, having other writers getting published can only help me. If someone else gets an urban fantasy (or whatever) book printed, and someone reads it and likes it, hopefully they’re then looking around for their next great read and maybe they’ll look at my stuff next. Anything that gets people reading is something that, potentially, might add another person to my potential audience. That’s great. Other writers are my allies (whether they know it or not) in getting people reading, looking for the next book they want to pick up, and that perhaps being mine.

(Slightly tangentially, I follow Daniel José Older on Twitter and he had an interesting point about seeing news from other writers on the intertron all the time – it can be discouraging because you see all these other people scoring agents and getting published, and if you haven’t, it’s easy to think ‘well shoot, what’s wrong with me?’ The thing to remember (he pointed out) is that people only post the good news. You don’t generally see people post up that they got a query rejected or that they got a bad review on something they have out. Every writer has the same struggles of finding an audience and facing doubt and all the rest of it, even if what we see on social media makes it look like a string of unbroken successes for everyone else out there. It’s not easy, but we should probably try to see all that as encouragement – all these other people did it, there’s no reason why we can’t as well.)

Selfishly, I learn a lot from other writers, too. I read things and go ‘wow! sooo cool’ and then think about why I liked it so much, and try to figure out how to adapt and adopt things into my own work. I learned a lot about how to create memorable characters by reading those Bernard Cornwell books I wrote about a while back. I think I learn something from everything I read. So obviously, I want lots of stuff to read so I can keep improving as a writer.

Of course, there’s an even more important reason to be on the side of writers. It’s easy to get sucked into the mercenary part of writing (and to be quite honest, if my book makes some money that would be great and if it ever got to the point where I could support myself by writing that would be fantastic) but that’s not really why I write, or what I think writing is for. I write because I have stories I want to tell, things I want to express, and crafting with words makes me happy. Obviously I hope that someone will read what I create and enjoy it, or take something away from it. But I wrote for years prior to even thinking about getting anything published. Writing is about making an expression of something from your guts. Every writer has something from inside that they want to share. You can’t help putting a lot of your heart and soul into what you write (I believe) and every writer is very brave for putting themselves out there, and every person who gets the opportunity to bring their stories to an audience is a good thing.

As artists we should happy when another person gets to share what they have inside them with us. We should be excited to see what it is, enjoy it, try to learn from it. I feel profoundly lucky to be able to have one of my stories reach a wide audience (how wide, I guess we’ll see) in a little while.

In the meantime, more voices, please!

Anyway that’s it for this week. I’ll try to do better the next time.

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