Sunday, August 28, 2011
The Press of Time
I've been taking a little time to think about time these days, and the way I manage it — or don't manage it — and how I can get more of it to write. I'm in heavy negotiations with my newspaper about reducing my hours, which feels very counterintuitive in this tough economy. I feel a bit guilty in a country grappling with 9.1 percent unemployment — with many family and friends either underemployed, unemployed or tenuously employed — to be discussing a two-day work week.
And not only did I request a two-day workweek, but I rejected my newspaper's offer of a full-time staff editing job, actually the same job I held during the dot-com boom. True, the position was shaping up to be a big, steaming plate of awful, with all kinds of new demands. But turning down a full-time job in a reeling economy is a scary thing to do. Killer Robot Husband was in full support of my decision, thankfully, or I don't know if I'd have had the nerve to say no.
Two life priorities drove this decision: my family and my writing. I’m feeling the press of time – I don’t have two years of my life right now to be Senior Editor Extraordinaire. I’ve been a SEE already, I don’t need to do it again. I couldn’t just take the job and quit after a year – I’d have to do it for at least two. That’s two years of missing much of Little Robot's childhood and schooldays, precious days when he actually wants me around. That’s two prime writing years set aside. That’s two more years before life can settle down a bit and allow Killer Robot Husband to focus on his own career.
And for what? So I can repeat the success I achieved 10 years ago under worse conditions? To prove I can exceed expectations with twice the work and a kid to boot?
So I said no. And whether I work under reduced hours or leave the paper entirely and freelance, the next two years will be all about the writing. I've been trying to get a writing career started since I entered journalism in the 90s, and every year it becomes more difficult for new writers to get published. I can't help feel that if I'm ever going to break into publishing, it must be done soon. I cringe when I think of the time I've wasted in the past and pray I'm finally disciplined and mature enough to truly take advantage of this gift of time.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Back in the Saddle Again
Get along, you varmint characters!
Well, I'm back from a cross-country family vacation -- 11 states and 2,900 miles in 7 days -- across the American West and and I'm ready to start writing again. A five-month work project involving cleantechnology companies has finally ended. Honestly, the whole thing was a horror. Strong language, I'll admit, but you try writing 30 headlines about sustainabiilty and see what it does to your attitude. The whole thing went to press on June 10 and all I wanted to do that weekend was bury some toxic waste in the backyard and watch it seep into the groundwater.
But enough of that, it's time to push forward. I've revived my dormant science fiction novel, "Killer Robots Never Work" and am preparing to submit it to a publisher that claims to like sci-fi with female main characters. I rewrote the synopsis because frankly, the synopsis I wrote last year was awful. Obviously I followed the Kitchen Sink school of synopsis writing. I'm not surprised none of the agents I queried wanted it. Bleah. I stripped the whole thing down to 500 words and limited it to four characters and took out all that stuff I liked best, which is what everybody tells you to do anyway. Actually I did leave in the Monet digital sunsets and creepy insurance agent and the volcano belching gooey tar, plus malfunctioning assassin robots killing potted plants because yes I'm self-indulgent, sue me. I feel better now.
I'm hoping to get some momentum going here, shopping around a novel and a play and working on a memoir. I keep freezing up while writing this memoir because I can't help wondering what people will say, but if I'm not brutally honest, the memoir won't be worth reading. The memoir is set in 2007-2008 during the financial crisis and right now I'm reading "Too Big to Fail" by Andrew Ross Sorkin. Reading about Wall Street bankers' greed and egotism makes me see red and keeps me plugging away at my memoir. The recession and our own foolishness nearly wiped us out that year and only luck and a providential short sale kept us afloat.
This is my first memoir -- except for my newspaper work, I'm generally a fiction writer. The manuscript is already going weird on me. It addresses all these serious issues and the stakes were so high, yet dark humor keeps creeping into the pages, like I'm making fun of my own fear. Perhaps Andrew Ross Sorkin has given me an idea for the title: "Too Small to Succeed."
Thursday, June 2, 2011
To Do List
So "Killer Robots" went underground for a few months, but I haven't given up on my literary ambitions, which still follow me around like resentful cat. I feed it little scraps of rough drafts, but most provide little nourishment and instead stink up my psyche like old fish heads. Sigh.
Most writers, of course, are familiar with the following vicious cycle, which nicely sums up my writing life over the last six months:
Act I
1. Set time aside for writing.
2. Make to do lists.
3. Read writing blogs.
4. Write in my blogs.
5. Actually put myself in front of a computer with time blocked out.
6. Discover I lack something vital: a file, a book, a set of notes, a printout.
7. Either find the item or work around it.
8. Get frustrated by the delay.
9. Finally give up.
Let's say I actually manage to get everything together at once and start working. then the cycle continues like this:
Act II
10. Work on writing. It's slow and awkward but I'm doing it.
11. Write regularly for a while.
13. Life intervenes: a vacation, an illness, a sick pet, an evil work project, etc.
14. Momentum breaks down.
15. Get frustrated.
16. Finally give up.
17. Brood about not writing
18: Repeat steps 1-9.
19: Repeat steps 10-17.
20: Go crazy.
So right now I'm on Step 7, and to prove I'm on Step 7, I have a To-Do List.
TO DO LIST
Project One: Completed science fiction novel "Killer Robots Never Work"
I've failed to find the analysis of the novel sent by the Pretty Nervous Writing Aardvarks (See Step Six) but will soldier on.
- rework synopsis and cover letter
- send it all out to the infinite array of markets for goofy science fiction novels with lots of geology.
Project Two: Completed short play "The Video Game."
The place I wanted to send this play closed its reading period April 30, but again, I soldier on.
- find new places to send my Video Game guys Frank and Ed.
- prepare "The Video Game."
- send play out.
- bonus: I found a playwriting group in Berkeley that meets once a month and I'm considering joining.
Project Three: Memoir in progress.
- keep writing all thoughts about memoir in notebook
Retired Project: Stealth Novel. Yes, I finished my NaNoWriMo novel last month! Read about it here.
So I'm sending out a play and a novel and writing a memoir, which seems a respectable To Do List. Feel free to place bets now on whether I'll be on Step 9 by July 4.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
My New Collaborator
So I was eating dinner with my son Benny last night — frozen French fries and cold rotisserie chicken, hey, I was tired — and he asked me to read my Stealth Novel to him.
I've mentioned little bits about the novel since starting it in November, mostly to explain why I was tapping on a laptop in the corner after work while he plays video games. I update him every so often, telling him how the main character fell down a well, another has escaped a bad guy and a third character thinks he's corn. (Seriously, he has to be dragged in from the cornfield every night, shouting “Don’t break me from my stalk untimely!”) Benny thinks it's all very weird and regularly asks for updates.
So I started reading it to him and now he's making suggestions. My bad guy has to take a Swamp Test and Benny is helping me decide what this will involve. (Apparently pfu pfu birds, alligators and piranhas are essential components.)
I fretted a little a bit about this, because, well, I like to fret. I didn't think it would be a problem for Benny, since I skim over the blood and creepiness and sex stuff. Plus, it's good for a kid to see people do creative things. But I worried that perhaps it would screw up the writing a little bit. I mean, when I started this novel, it wasn't aimed at the seven-year-old kid audience. Would I start censoring myself and ruin its spooky, politically involved and somewhat disturbing tone?
But then I wrote a long scene in the bad guy's tent that's so um ... unsuitable that the only part I can read to Benny is where the two characters left through a melting wall. So I think I'm okay there.
I still plan to include the Swamp Test, though.
Updated Word Count: 33,000 words. Yay yay!
March 8: 36,396 words. Yay!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Stealth Novel Reborn AGAIN
Like a long friendship or an old datacenter, my NaNoWriMo novel never dies. I abandoned it in mid-November, then revived it on Jan. 3. Now it's Jan. 24 and I've opened the document again, hitting the 28,000 word mark this morning. All my characters are on the move: by foot, by wagon, by royal cavalcade. Where are they going? Well, I'd be the last to know. But it's going to involve a Swamp Test. (Yeah, you read that right.)
I have a new computer now, a13-inch Mac Powerbook, and a nifty backpack to put it in. So I'm all set to take my writing on the road myself. So far I've been mostly using the computer to check Facebook and stream movies from Netflix, but I have bigger goals than reruns of The Tudors — really.
After all, according to my automated NaNoWriMo Report Card, it's only Nov. 17 and it says: "You've fallen a bit behind, but one or two more big pushes and you should be back in business." I've saved all my NaNo pep talks, and the first one says:
Don't forsake your kingdom if it starts to seem silly or pointless, or you have no idea what your next order ought to be. Any command will do! Your characters, the weather, the birds and whales, the flow of the rivers, the path of destiny, and every last plot element all bend to your whim.
So I am once more a creator of worlds -- or at least one deeply neurotic world. At my current pace, I should be finished with my NaNo novel by January 2012 — kidding! Actually Valentine's Day is my goal so I can reward myself with a big box of chocolate (in addition to any other candy I may receive — I'm looking at you, Killer Robot Husband. Think dark chocolate cremes.)
Monday, January 3, 2011
Stealth Novel Reborn
So here I am on this squeaky-shiny first workday of 2011. Every year I fall into my chair on Jan. 3 or so, and every year I stare into space and piddle around for an hour before I can focus.
I'm at my place of paid employment, of course, but a successful workday should involve some fiction/memoir writing as well. To that end, I resurrected my NanoWrimo novel, which had to be abandoned halfway through when my father-in-law passed away suddenly. It's a pretty ridiculous novel, predictable and shamelessly derivative, and yet once you take a group of characters to 26,000 words, it's hard to cast them aside. So I zipped into work early (7:45 a.m.!) and spent the first hour reacquainting myself with this strange pack of goofballs, who are bouncing around their hapless land like billiard balls.
In other writing excitement, I'm casing Apple computers these days. I've almost settled on a 15" MacBook Pro. My current laptop is seven years old and barely wheezing along. I think a new computer will help me realize my 2011 Writing Resolution, which is — um — to actually Write.
I'm at my place of paid employment, of course, but a successful workday should involve some fiction/memoir writing as well. To that end, I resurrected my NanoWrimo novel, which had to be abandoned halfway through when my father-in-law passed away suddenly. It's a pretty ridiculous novel, predictable and shamelessly derivative, and yet once you take a group of characters to 26,000 words, it's hard to cast them aside. So I zipped into work early (7:45 a.m.!) and spent the first hour reacquainting myself with this strange pack of goofballs, who are bouncing around their hapless land like billiard balls.
In other writing excitement, I'm casing Apple computers these days. I've almost settled on a 15" MacBook Pro. My current laptop is seven years old and barely wheezing along. I think a new computer will help me realize my 2011 Writing Resolution, which is — um — to actually Write.
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