It’s Narrow-the-Focus Time

Once again I’m renewing my efforts to narrow focus and simplify creatively. Somehow over the past year or so I’ve gone from working on just a few short stories at a time to as many as twelve or fifteen. While I think it’s OK to have a folder (real or virtual) with lots of ideas in it that sit there and ripen until they’re ready to work on, and maybe you occasionally add a little note to the folder, I think it’s a mistake to have a very large number of active projects you’re working on at once.

What I’ve found is that I’d work hard for several weeks on a given project, such as code name TF, then shift to something else, and by the time I dabbled a little bit in other items in my folder, three or six months might pass before I returned to TF again. By that time some of the passion for the project might be lost, or whatever impetus or motivation got me started on it in the first place might be dulled a little. I’d go back around to TF and spend a bunch of time trying to figure out what I was doing there in the first place, what the story needed, and how to go about these changes. If I’d just stuck with it and made more substantial progress, I would have been able to get this story to a place where it was almost ready to be finished, and all I would have lost was a bunch of dabbling in projects that probably won’t end up going anywhere for a long time, anyway.

The obvious answer might be, “Why not just work on one thing at a time, then?” I could do that, and I do sort of envy those writers who get to (or are able to) focus closely on one thing at a time. But I find that my solution to writer’s block or loss of motivation is simply to switch gears. If I’m stuck on project AIR, I just switch over and work on FFS for a while instead. By the time I’m done with that, maybe (usually) I’ll find I’m un-stuck on AIR. This kind of switching around has worked well for me within reason. The problem is when I start to get too ambitious about adding more projects to the “active” file. Like a cook who does perfectly well preparing a main dish and a side dish simultaneously, but who would totally fall apart trying to multi-task the cooking an entire buffet worth of food, I just need to narrow my focus. I’m back to switching between no more than three stories, and I’ll devote at least 90% of my time to those. When one of them is finished and sent out into the world, I can move another one into its slot. What little time I don’t devote to those three will be spent making sure that some of my “back burner” ideas are developing into something substantial enough to develop when their time comes.

What else is there to do at 4:38 AM?

I’ve drifted away from blogging again. Mostly I’ve been busy, but I also I think I’ve fallen into a sense that each blog post must be more  formal, somehow planned or crafted. To counter this I’ve decided to begin a stretch of daily blog posts, each one limited to no more than five minutes actual writing time. No more excuses about not having enough time to blog. Today seemed like a great day to start, since I woke up at 4:38 AM before my already-set-too-early alarm clock. I could grumble about missing those few extra minutes’ sleep, or I could just write something.

So before I begin a series of short daily blog posts (I reserve the right to post more than once a day, or to occasionally flesh out a post into something lengthier), here’s a quick recap of what I’ve been up to lately:

Lena and I took a long weekend and visited Manzanita, Oregon last week. When we go to the beach alone (just us as a couple), we usually go to Cannon Beach which is the next town up the coast. When we go larger group beach trips with my family, we always go to Lincoln City. So it was nice to stay somewhere new, hike on some new hills, eat at some different restaurants, get coffee in a new little place. Because of the long weekend we went mid-week (cheaper rates) and probably due to this and the rainy weather and the off-season, the town was almost deserted. It was nice, actually. Reminded me of Lincoln City when I was a kid, during winters. Mostly a few locals, many of the shops and restaurants closed. Extremely quiet. I tend to be too busy all the time, overscheduled, stressed, mind buzzing. It’s worth a lot to me to get away from this, to slow my mind, get some sleep and truly recharge the batteries. We had fantastic artisan pizza at Marzano’s and watched Arsenic and Old Lace on DVD in our hotel room, which was upgraded for free because the place was half empty.

What else? Trying to continue exercising consistently when it’s no longer summer outside. Writing a ton, and focusing on trying to finish more, rather than just keep starting new ones and tinkering with stuff endlessly. Reading a fair amount. On that subject, almost done with the Blood and Other Cravings anthology, halfway through Ready Player One by Ernest Cline (will discuss both of these when finished), and dabbling away at a few other story collections as well as that Donald Barthelme bio. Watching a ton of videos and maybe I’ll blog about those from time to time as well. I just realized I get most of my good movie suggestions from a few blogs I read, especially Caitlin R. Kiernan, whose recommendations always seem to work for us.

More to come. It may not always be organized, but I think that will be good. Time to loosen the flow.

I’m Feeling Slightly Stuck

As a writer, I’m stuck in that in-between place. No, not that place between “beginner” and “published.” That’s a hurdle I finally cleared, and it was a great relief to achieve my first publication a few months back.

No, I’ve made it to another kind of “stuck.” I’ve had something published, so I know it’s not the case that everything I write is rubbish, and everyone can see it but me. I’ve participated in workshops, intensives, and critique groups, had my work read by everyone from beginners, to peers at roughly my own level, to more established authors. Along the way I’ve received suggestions, some of which I’ve found valuable, some of it less so. The thing is, the majority of the critique you receive, even when it comes from someone in a position of authority, amounts to basically, “if I was writing this, I would’ve done some things differently.”

It would be so much easier if someone said, for example, “Your prose is top-notch in terms of the style and flavor of your voice. You just need to square away your handling of plot, get better at structure, and you’ll be all set.” Or maybe just, “Your stories are great in terms of character and dialog, and you just need to amp up the drama and make things more compelling.”

The thing is, you rarely get “big picture” critiques like that. Instead, you get specific nuts and bolts stuff like, “You used the word ‘disintegrate’ three times in a single paragraph here. Try to change one or two of them to different words.” Or else, clarification stuff like, “At the top of page 3 when she tells him to come inside and go to sleep, it seemed like she was angrier all of a sudden than before, and I didn’t get why.”

I understand that magazine editors don’t have time to respond to submissions, even the ones that are “almost there.” A writer has to sort of read between the lines even to figure out that they’re “almost there,” when they start getting rejected by head editors instead of slush readers. It leaves me in a frustrating place, though. It’s not that I’m deluded into thinking I can’t get better. I’m still working at it, writing every day, and I have no doubt I’ll be better in six months than I am now.

There’s this sense that if I had a better idea specifically what I need to work on, I could get where I’m going a little more directly. I can see how people in this situation get drawn into MFA programs. I feel like I could use a part-time “coach,” or someone to give a wide-angle appraisal of where I’m at, and what I should work on.

One thing I’ve done recently is purchase a “critique service” from a somewhat established writer, editor and blogger. He’ll read a certain number of pages of short story manuscript and offer feedback. I’m not certain what to expect, but I hope this will result in a more tailored response than what I received in the other group workshops I’ve done. You know, more than just line edits, and a vague “good job” at the end. I’ve seen several writers and editors offer this kind of service before, but this is the first time I’ve tried it. We’ll see.

Review: Engines of Desire by Livia Llewellyn

If not for a recommendation on Laird Barron’s blog, I might never have picked up this excellent collection (to which Barron provided a foreword). Prior to the release of this collection, all I’d seen from Livia Llewellyn was “Brimstone Orange,” too short a piece to give much of a sense of this writer’s capabilities. I’m very glad I didn’t miss what turned out to be one of the best single author short story collections I’ve come across in recent years.

Llewellyn’s prose style is strongly visual and evocative. Readers who prefer their prose simple and declarative may find this a too rich, but those enjoy a writer with a vibrant, poetic approach to putting words together will love it. Especially as a debut collection, Engines of Desire is noteworthy for the strength and richness of its language.

That’s not to say these stories are for everyone. The mood is uniformly dark, at times bitterly so. These stories cover a wide ground from post-apocalyptic science fiction to erotica, from psychological horror to dark fantasy. At first I thought the book might be too scattered genre-wise, but further along I realized the stories here were held together not by genre conventions, but by thematic commonalities and a consistency to the personal concerns of the characters, apart from place, time or the existence of monsters or magic. Whatever the trappings of one story or another, all clearly arise out of a strong, unified creative impetus. In terms of cumulative effect, these stories hold together quite well, both individually and as a collection.

The collection opens with “Horses,” a bleak and psychologically extreme piece of post-apocalyptic SF. It effectively lets the reader know what they’re in for. This is followed by a dramatic shift to what is effectively (despite the insertion of a few elements that feel vaguely “fantastic” but which are not really part of the story’s core) a realistic story of a sexually obsessed and self-destructive college student. Llewellyn depicts the college girl obsessed with the wrong guy with the same raw desperation with which she draws characters beset by a disintegrating.

Among the rest of the collection, the best include “The Four-Hundred,” the title story “The Engines of Desire,” and “Her Deepness.” This last, an ambitious novella, is a really impressive example of fantasy world building. Truly dark, deeply weird and at times surreal.

While a few of these stories were less effective on the level of compelling plot or characters than they were in terms of language and mood, I found none of them less than satisfying overall. If we can extrapolate from an author’s debut collection to guess what they may be capable of, I really can’t wait to see what Livia Llewellyn does next.

Review: Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman

I love short stories. I love Neil Gaiman’s writing. Does it follow, then, that I love Neil Gaiman short stories?

Some of them, yes.

Smoke and Mirrors covers a lot of ground: humor, erotica, whimsy and horror. Included are several poems, some flash fiction pieces, and a number of conventional short stories. The tone, regardless of what mood or emotion a given story is going for, tends toward the straightforward. Unadorned, no-nonsense, but clear and effective.

Gaiman’s favorite trick is to flip a well-known fable or fairy tale upside down — to reveal events seen from a different character’s perspective, or to modernize a traditional character or scenario.

“Murder Mysteries,” a long story retelling interactions between angels going back to the very formation of the universe and the human sphere, may be the most ambitious and interesting thing here. “Snow, Glass, Apples” is likewise richly told and well written.

“Shoggoth’s Old Peculiar,” which visits a variation on Lovecraft’s fictional town of Innsmouth, and “We Can Get Them for You Wholesale,” about a guy who turns to an assassination service to help him deal with his frustrations, are particularly funny.

Many of other pieces were comparatively slight, though. In my recent review of Joe Hill’s collection “Twentieth Century Ghosts,” I said the book might have been improved by eliminating the weakest 1/3 of the material, and I’d say the same thing here. A shorter book, but a much stronger one, would result. I give the collection as a whole 4 stars, but there’s quite a bit of 5-star material here, as well as some individual stories I’d give 3 or even 2 stars.

Overall a hit-and-miss collection, yet it contains some very worthwhile stories fans of Gaiman won’t want to miss.

Size Does Matter

Ideally, a writer should make their story as long or as short as it needs to be, but practically, market realities nudge us toward certain lengths. Sure, if you’re Neal Gaiman you have no problem finding a home for a story, a novel, or a poem. Stephen King could write an 1,100 page novel and nobody would say, “Sorry Steve, maybe you wanna trim this a bit.” We know this, because his last novel was 1,100 pages and plenty of people bought it. I did.

If you’re a novelist without an existing mega-audience, though, you shoot for between 80,000 and 110,000 words, depending on genre or publisher preference.

When it comes to short fiction it may be tempting to look at all the different lengths of stories being published — everything from 600 word flash pieces to 40,000 word novellas — and conclude there’s a market for any length you want to write.

It’s true that markets exist for longer stories, but there are only a few, and they tend to publish almost exclusively established professionals. If there are 30 places I might normally consider sending a story, and only 5 of those takes stories over 6,000 words (and those 5 also have much longer odds against less established writers), then a writer in my situation has to recognize that the likelihood of getting a story published is much, much higher if the story is on the shorter side. Many more markets are available, including most of the ones that give emerging writers a realistic shot.

When you look at it this way in terms of pure probabilities, it makes sense that someone like me should write a lot of 3,000 and 4,000 words stories, because pretty much ALL magazines, webzines, anthologies and e-zines take that length. The difficulty with that is that sometimes a story wants and deserves to be longer than that. What do I do with an idea that would be best told in 8,000 to 10,000 words? Strip it down like crazy, go super-minimal and try to make it into a 5,000 word piece? That’s probably what I’d do, yeah. But I don’t like it.

There has been a nice side benefit to this need to cut words, which is that my natural over-writing style is something I’ve had to recognize and learn to overcome. No more spending 10,000 words on an idea that can be done just as well in half that. But on the flip side, I’d love to be able to stretch out a little with some of my story ideas. This morning I gave my wife a 7,500 word rough draft to read, and I really don’t think there’s a lot to cut out. Yet if I go down the list, I’ll find that 9 out of 10 of the places I’d consider sending a story won’t take something that long.

Really the nicest thing about reaching that next level (OK, let’s face facts… it’s more than one level up) of receiving anthology invites, and getting stories into places like F&SF or Asimov’s or Subterranean will be not only the exposure and the sense of having “made it,” but the freedom to stretch out a little.

Dealing With Stupid Little Things

Sometimes stupid little problems get in the way of important activities.

For example, in the summer I find myself reluctant to go into the recording studio (where I also work on Hypnos CD cover designs) for no reason other than that it tends to get warm in that room.

A few months ago, I found myself skipping a couple of writing sessions not because I didn’t feel like writing, or because I was too tired to wake up early and do it, but because I was having technical problems with my bluetooth mouse and keyboard.

Two weeks ago at my day job, an task came up that I found myself procrastinating on, not because the work involved was too difficult, but just because I didn’t know the answer to a question and didn’t have any luck figuring out where to ask.

And lately, I’ve been blogging a lot less (though I still post on Twitter and Facebook and Google+ plenty) because my preferred blogging interface, Scribefire, was giving me a bit of difficulty. Specifically, Scribefire on Google Chrome was refusing to post my updates to one of my two blogs (I keep the same blog posts mirrored on both WordPress and Livejournal), and Scribefire on Firefox was giving me weird interface glitches.

So does it make sense that I completely avoid doing something important because something trivial got in the way? It may not make logical sense, but it does make sense if you understand human nature. Put an obstacle in front of somebody, and most often you’ll nudge them in a slightly different direction, even if the obstacle isn’t really insurmountable.

The more aware I am of this tendency in myself, the more I try to jump right onto solving any stupid little issue that may be blocking me from accomplishing something important, or even just finish a task that needs doing. The easier you can make it for yourself to do a certain task, the more likely you are to drift toward doing it. It’s just human nature to follow the path of least resistance, at least at first. Once you’ve been avoiding something for a while you may get mad at yourself and take another crack at it, and bash right through that obstacle. But it’s better yet if you can recognize earlier on that it’s happening and fix the little problem.

Many of the things that used to cause me lots of frustration and stress — such as keeping my email inbox clean, or always remembering to file certain reports or pay certain bills according to a schedule — became trivially easy once I realized the mental block that was causing the problem.

I suggest everybody take a few minutes to step back from your job or your creative work and make a list of aspects that you hate, or avoid doing, or that stress you out. Try to think of ways to make these things easier or less stressful. Look at ways that other people accomplish these same tasks, and consider adapting some of their approaches as your own. Eventually you may come up with your own unique way of handling things, and you might find something that really stressed you out before (for me it was the email inbox) becomes easy to manage.

Review: The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan

When I first heard The Last Werewolf mentioned, I guessed it was some cynical attempt to glamorize werewolves, maybe make them “hot” or contemporary. We’ve all seen what’s recently been done with vampires and zombies.

I saw enough recommendations from people I respect to convince me to give it a try, and I’m so glad I did. The mythical aspect of werewolves is right up front from the beginning, and Duncan handles that aspect with seriousness and intelligence — more like Anne Rice’s vampires than those of Stephanie Meyer. Where the novel most stands apart, though, is in its literary qualities, the language itself. I’d read nothing by Glen Duncan before, but found myself immediately impressed by his style, attitude and wit.

I mentioned Anne Rice’s vampires. This reminds me more of Rice’s Mayfair Witches series, actually. Better than that, though. It’s a story of long stretches of time, colorful characters, exotic locations, liquor, books, money and mythology. The Last Werewolf goes from celebrating raunch and gore, to more serious philosophical considerations of love and life and death.

This is certainly among the best few books I’ve read in the past five years, and I’m very pleased to hear Duncan’s working on a sequel or two. I love this novel, and give it my highest recommendation.

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9532302-the-last-werewolf