formula for fiction, a poem

I’ll probably record this for MEPod tomorrow. (Done. Hear it here.) I just wrote it. It’s …. it’s what I’ve been thinking about. Getting ready to write a new book. As an experiment, I’m thinking of -experimentally- writing a formulaic book that will be easy to market. In possibly related news, I have a headache. Also, I think I can hear something moving around in the walls. (Hopefully not a moose.)

formula for fiction

protagonist plus
antagonist and
conflict, action; stuff happening.
motivation, goals, and consternation.
obstacles,
overcome only
in the face of new obstacles

some reason to exist
some reason for the action
some reason for the goals,
   and to work against them.
some reason to care about
   the characters,
   the resolution, and
some reason to hate the antagonist.
some reason to
               always
               turn
               the next
               page
  no reason to think.
         or to read it again:
       only to read another.
throw it away, buy another,
             and another,
           and another,
         all the same.

 
—Teel McClanahan III

There is so much in this world I do not grasp.

There is so much in this world I do not grasp.

I often can’t wrap my mind around the way the human race sees things, thinks, feels.  It seems so distant, so foreign.  I feel so out of touch.

The “can’t see the forest…” concept, while not quite right, can help to illuminate some of my problem:

In many situations, there is a basic, obvious concept.  One that everyone else seems to understand.  To understand so well, so deeply, that they have no idea how to explain it.  Some concept, some idea, some understanding, some feeling, that is so ingrained, so obvious, so clear to them -to everyone else- that no one has ever come up with words to explain it.  So obvious that, usually, people can’t grasp what, exactly, it is I’m not grasping.  And in my noticing that there’s something I don’t understand, in trying to understand it, in trying to break it down and in trying to get people to explain it to me, I’m often able to squeeze out amazing, tiny, yet-ultimately-useless details about it.

I can see the fungus thriving on the old growth.  I can feel the cool of the shade created by the foliage.  I can hear the wind blowing through branches and the birds, insects, & animals all around, and the flowing water of a stream.  I can describe the perennial and diurnal cycles of the topiary.  I can write poetry about my experiences and emotions within the place, poetry that resonates with others and seems to show my deep understanding and connection therein.

All without noticing that it’s a forest.  Or that when people say ‘forest’ that’s what they mean. And perhaps without realizing that the whole point of the thing is the trees – wait, did I even mention trees?

No.

Exactly.  And it goes another way, too.  Sometimes with the same concepts, though usually with different ones:

I miss all the details.  I miss the little things, the “small stuff.”  Stuff that is the totality of what most people can see.  Except that I can see the big picture.  A big picture that other people didn’t notice or -sometimes, it seems- can’t notice.  That seems, to them, to contradict the details right in front of them.  Often it’s the same frustrating situation reversed, where the one who can see the big picture as though it were obvious can’t explain it sufficiently to those who didn’t notice there was any picture to see.  I often can’t find a meaningful way to express these ideas.  These obvious things.  And even while looking at them, I often miss the details that are so obvious to others.

Oh, and then there’s dishonesty.  Willful ignorance.  Intentional injustice.

Even things as simple and everyday as violating traffic laws…  I can’t grasp why people a) do so & b) think it’s okay.  It gets harder/easier to grasp when I try to talk rationally to them about it, because it becomes clear that they’re being willfully ignorant, or don’t believe in justice, which are larger concepts that I have trouble with.  So it’s harder, because I can’t grasp why they would think/be that way, but it’s easier, too, because once I know they’re that way they’re easier to dismiss.  Oh, this person is the incomprehensible way they are because of this larger concept I already know I don’t understand.  No need to try to understand this lone case.  Keep wondering about the endemic problem.

Most of the things I can’t grasp aren’t as awful as those few.  Most of them are concepts that -if I went to good schools for another couple of decades- I could probably piece together from contexts.  Little things like the significance of certain phrases and classifications.  Things that Wikipedia struggles to define just as readily as everyone else struggles – there is no entry for this, because we all assume you already know.  Or: The entry for this doesn’t actually explain the concept it purports to, merely telling you about the history of it, or the people who are known to have been involved, and -again- assuming you and everyone else in the world already understands the core concept so intimately that it need not be said, you just came here to find out about things related to it.

Oh, and then there’s the consequences of not knowing.  Sometimes one can actually violate laws, business practices, or customs by ignorance.  In some cases, ignorance of the laws/practices exists because everyone feels that the idea is so obvious that there’s no need to mention there’s even a law to break or a particular “right” way of doing things. Or to discuss the subject at all.  In any forum.  You are simply expected to know.  And when I have the gall to ask “well, how was I supposed to know?” –The most common answer is something like “There are resources out there, you should have researched it!”  Upon pressing, I’ve never been able to get the people who give me such answers to point me in any helpful direction.  They are sure there must be resources out there, even though they’ve never seen them themselves, couldn’t name one, and have no idea where to start.

More to the point: If I don’t know that “Rule #1” exists, I’ve never heard of it, no one discusses it, everyone else just knows and assumes it is known by all… Then how can I know that I ought to go find out what “Rule #1” is?

How can I even know that there’s research to be done?  I’m just supposed to guess?  “Hmmm… I wonder if perhaps there is a thing about which I don’t know, which no one has ever mentioned, that by not being aware of I might violate [a law|an ancient custom|a standard business practice]?  I shall go research for this unknown thing, and see if I can stumble across it!”  In some cases, in my own life, in my own experience, I’ve come to the point beyond which I’ve discovered -by violating a law, or by conducting business in a nonstandard way-  that there was something I didn’t know, but was expected to know.  That I was expected to know, and that now it’s too late.  I can’t satisfy the law except by being marked criminal.  I can’t conduct business with that company / in that place / in that industry again.  I discover that there’s something I didn’t grasp -perhaps still don’t grasp- about the world, and that even if I’m now able to figure it out (and I often am not), it’s too late for doing so to do any good.

Sometimes I can recover.  Sometimes … Sometimes I don’t want to.  The following, while a current example, was not first in my thoughts when I began this post.  It is only a lone example:

For example, I don’t really understand the concept of “genre,” even now.  It didn’t even occur to me that it was something I ought to even be aware of, to think about, to try to understand, until after I’d already written four or more books.  It just didn’t occur to me.  And it was so obvious to everyone else that they didn’t mention it.  Then at some point I began to try to do “marketing” for my books, and I learned that -apparently- not only to readers assume that every book has a genre, but that authors/agents/editors have decided that every book must have a genre, and be written according to genre conventions, in order to sell.

Even then, after four or five books, even after beginning to try to comprehend the bizarre modern practice of “marketing,” it still didn’t influence my writing.  I just kept writing what I had to write. Turned out that included a book that had zombies in it.  Which, when people read and discovered it wasn’t in the “zombie genre,” really seemed to upset and disappoint them.  And they didn’t like it.  And they gave it bad reviews.  And I didn’t like that.  So I started trying to think about genre.

Apparently there were some rules I didn’t realize existed about how to write books that I’ve been violating.  I still don’t really understand it.  Don’t comprehend it.  Don’t grasp it.  But at least, right now, I’m aware that there’s something about it that I don’t grasp, so I can go looking for the possibly-nonexistent resources about what everyone else assumes I’m supposed to be doing… And… really, what I want to do… What I think I’ll probably end up doing… Is to learn everything there is to know about “genre” and then just keep doing what I was doing before.

But that’s just an example.  And I’m getting sleepy.  And I haven’t been to church in a while -which is a subject that could take up twice as many words again as this post has already- so I ought to go to bed soon so I can get up for church in the morning.  bleh.

doubts about my writing

I never used to have doubts about my writing. Not real doubts. I knew I wasn’t writing big-L Literature, the kind that stuffy academics write theses about and debate the meaning of for centuries. I also know I am certainly more than able to write above the level of a lot of mainstream, popular (populist?) authors – better than most of what makes up bestseller lists, for sure. So many books that sell so many copies are so bad… I never used to have doubts about my writing.

Not until I began getting abusive / vitriolic / 1-star & 2-star / two-line “reviews” for my books more easily than I can make sales, I didn’t.

For every supportive, helpful reader who actually takes the time to write a blog post or post a review that’s actually composed of complete sentences and which displays a clear grasp of the English language, there seem to be two half-incoherent slams someplace else.  Then there’s the occasional coherent review by someone who clearly read the book & just didn’t like it.  Fine, alright, that’s easier to deal with – though it certainly contributes to my newfound doubts.  These few low-star reviews are often the only ones on a particular site -the people who read/listened-to my books and didn’t hate them don’t seem to bother rating them & if there are people that love them, they show up less than haters- and it sometimes gives my books a “1-star average” right out of the gate.

So I’m beginning to have doubts.  Is my writing good enough?  What can I do to improve it?  Should I be writing at all?  Why can’t I seem to “engage” my audience / build a “community” / get much feedback at all?  What about the idea that every single one of these “bad” reviews I’ve seen is by someone who clearly a) didn’t understand the book, or b) wanted it to be something I didn’t want it to be?  Should I try to have a thicker skin?  Should I subvert all my intentions, and perhaps even my passion for writing, to appeal to genre readers / mainstream audiences?  Should I give up on writing what I want, the way I want, just so my books are easier to market?  Easier to understand?  Easier to blurb?  Should I disingenuously start “participating” in book blogs & book communities I have no real interest in, in hopes that doing so will net me more readers & better reviews?

Maybe my writing really is bad. Maybe my narration (of the audio versions of my books) really is awful.  Maybe my books aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on or the space they take up on your iPod or your eReader.  I get a surprising percentage of returns of the kindle versions of my books – though I don’t really know what behaviour that reflects, on such a device.  Maybe I should give up, pack it all in, turn everything off at Lightning Source, and just do art.  Maybe I should get a ‘day job’.  (Maybe I should slit my wrists.)

It’s not a good week / month / et cetera for me, right now. The depression, right now, is making basic functionality fairly difficult.  I’m not sleeping right, except when I don’t want to be.  I’m eating too much, except when I have no appetite for days.  I even, finally, fell behind schedule on the podcast.  The first 77 episodes were all on time, then episodes 78 & 79 were a day late, each.  Today … today I definitely need to edit the next episode.  Tomorrow’s episode.  I don’t want to be behind, any more.  I don’t want to be a terrible author.  I don’t want to be hated and/or ignored.  Right now, I feel that way.  Right now, I feel like shit.  Not engaged in Phoenix’s “Art community.”  Not engaged in the “Podiobooks community,” not really.  & I don’t really feel I know how to engage.  I don’t know how to be part of a community.  & when I think I’ve seen a glimpse of the how, it feels like … well, that’s not something I want to do.  In the same way you probably don’t want to have hundreds of cockroaches crawling all over you & under your clothes & into your mouth, I get squeamish at the thought of forcing myself to do “community.” I get nauseous about the way professional marketers do their work.  I recoil from the idea of creating what will sell instead of creating what I’m inspired & driven to create.

And this post, this isn’t cohesive, it doesn’t come to a point.  I’d probably cut most of this out of a book.  Actually, based on how the book I’m working on now is going, I’d probably throw the whole thing out & try to start again from scratch.  I’m not blind to the fact that this post lacks focus, lacks a central idea, lacks a resolution.  I’m also aware of the fact this this “blog” is really just a personal journal.  This is my thoughts & feelings as I’m thinking them and as I’m feeling them.  It’s not a marketing tool.  I’m not trying to win keyword wars & earn money from ads.  This is a journal.  This is me.

I don’t write every day

I am not one of those writers who writes all the time.  I am certainly not one of those writers who swears by writing every day.  Something, every day, no matter what.  Not for me.  (Though I have calculated that if I did, I could come out with something in the neighborhood of 10 to 20 new books a year, every year.)  Looking back, I haven’t written any new fiction (or produced any actual pages of the two non-fiction books I have in mind) since NaNoWriMo ended November 30th, 2009.  Four and a half months now, I guess, without writing a word.

Some writers include everything – from my thousand-word blog posts down to my 140-character (or less) Tweets, and grocery lists besides, but that always seemed disingenuous to me.  Until I take the time to put together a book or two from my blog posts (that pot is still boiling away at the back of my mind, believe me), writing blog posts isn’t the sort of writing that I consider Writing.  Using Twitter more mostly improves my ability to use Twitter more.  Most of the time the write-every-day writers seem to be doing so in the hopes that it is like playing an instrument & they just need daily practice to get better and better.  Which is an interesting idea.  Have fun with that.

I just choose to think every day, instead.  A lot of the day, every day.  Thinking.

One of the things I’ve been thinking a lot about lately is my audiobooks.  The audio version of Forget What You Can’t Remember was completed this week, both on my feed and on Podiobooks.com.  I began podcasting the audio version of UTFBF-RoaAP, Book One on my own feed yesterday (it goes live at Podiobooks.com April 27th).  Book One will be 10 episodes, after that I’ll start Book Two, then probably Book Three – each of them about 10 episodes, since the books are all about the same length…  And then, in about 30 weeks, I’ll be out of novels to podcast.  According to the Google Calendar, where I just mapped out those 30 episodes to Fridays, I’ll run out in mid-November.

So one of the things I’ve been thinking about is that, between now and then, I’d better write something new.  Maybe the Self-Publishing book I’ve been thinking about writing will be podcast-able, but in addition to that I’d better write some new fiction.  There’s a good chance that, reading UTFBF over and over again for the next six months will get me to a place where I can write Book Four (and maybe continue from there with the series).  And I realize that since I can certainly write a book in a month (and have produced various first drafts in: 3 weeks, 2 weeks, and even 3 days, once  upon a time) that six months is plenty of time, but … I also know that for me, a big part of writing is thinking and I’d better get to thinking.  Thinking I’m going to write more books.

One of the other things I’ve been thinking, along these lines, is maybe I’ll not do that cards/book thing I was thinking about.  I dunno.  Thinking about the packaging/marketing/sales side of it has been making me queasy.  Writing the book is one thing, painting/creating the cards is another, each difficult in its own way, but then … I can’t just set it up with Lightning Source and know that anyone can walk into a book store and order it, or get it on Amazon/etc..  I can’t have it set up for Wholesale/POD at all, really, since I need the cards to be packaged with the book – I’ll have to order a huge amount of books, order the same number of decks of cards, package them together all by hand, and then … frankly, sell them by hand.  Which … I, ugh… I mean, in person sales at Art Walks and Art Fairs and even via social media is all fine, but … going to stores and trying to get them to carry my product, dealing with consignment and/or other even-more-bizarre methods everyone apparently uses for accounting for business transactions… the thought of it makes me sick.  I really like the idea of the product, but dealing with getting it to market makes me feel like shit.

Which has a lot to do with why I haven’t moved forward with the research and/or the art for that project.  At all.  bleh.  (Overwhelming depression is also a factor, but one that I’m at least able to grind some productivity from.)

I’ve got to go get ready for an Art Fair today.  Maybe I’ll get a chance to think more, in between customers.

Contest: What’s FWYCR book about?

“What’s the book about?” – It’s the question everyone asks, and they want a quick and easy answer. People who think like marketers want it in the form of an “elevator pitch” and people who browse in book stores want my book covers to fit neatly into the patterns they expect – but everyone wants a fast, easy way to make a snap decision about the book.
 
The problem I have with this is that if I could have expressed what I wanted to express in a hundred words or less, it wouldn’t have been a book, it would have been a business card!
 
So, I’m having a contest:
Tell me what my book is about, and you could win a prize. As Forget What You Can’t Remember draws near to its final podcast episode and people all over the world hear its convoluted conclusion, I thought the time was right to ask readers and listeners this oft-repeated and oh-so-important question. But what are the prizes?
 

  • One (1) First Prize: I’ll name a character after you in my next novel & let you decide whether that character lives or dies, plus send you a signed paperback copy of one of my books (your choice).
  • Two (2) Second Prizes: I’ll send you a signed paperback copy of one of my books (your choice).

 
How to enter:
Email your answer to the question “What is Forget What You Can’t Remember about?” to teel@modernevil.com. The deadline for entry is May 1st, 2009, two weeks after the final chapter goes live at Podiobooks.com.
 
Void where prohibited. No purchase necessary: You can read the eBook or listen to the podcast for free. Officially open to US Residents only – but only because I don’t want to deal with shipping books internationally. You can still enter from anywhere & if you win I’ll still name a character after you… and… I don’t know, maybe look up international shipping rates & customs paperwork? Winners will be selected by whatever method I want – probably I’ll just pick the answers I think are best, but I’m not ruling out asking people on Twitter or some such. By submitting an entry you are granting me an unlimited, nonexclusive right to use your entry and any derivations thereof for any purpose, including commercial – ie: the point of having a better answer to this question is to be able to get more people to read and/or buy my book, so I need the right to use the best answers to that end. I will be running a very similar contest for both Lost and Not Found and Dragons’ Truth in May, in case you want to go read and/or listen to those books & prepare your answer in advance.