Finals Week

(What follows is a sleep-deprived rant. Be forewarned).

The strangest, weirdest, most mind-altering part of college is Finals Week. My writing time for an entire week has been consumed by papers about Native American museum exhibits and the structural aspects of postmodern fiction, so my novel and actual projects are languishing in a dank corner of my hard drive like unwanted puppies*. I have a Calculus exam tomorrow, a class that I am hoping to simply pass at this point, which is a position I have never before been in.

Finals never made much sense to me as a concept. School is supposed to be “real world” training wheels, and unless my career experience is grossly wrong, one’s boss doesn’t sit one down at the end of the year with a 25-page list of multiple-choice question. Cornell is actually offering a block system where students take one class every eighteen days and take their exam at the end of each class. I’m not sure if I’d like taking just one class at a time, but that system seems a lot better than this one. I know at least two people who have spent more than twenty-four hours in the library at a time. I don’t know how supporting an over-sugared, over-caffienated student body with free candy and coffee is going to lead to good exam scores. Frankly, my study system consists of writing essays up until the last second and then collapsing into a pile of exhaustion.

Currently, I’ve got this song playing on loop because it is depressing-hopeful and that is how I feel right now:

Here’s to all the college students. Let’s survive this week (or, if you’ve already had your Finals Week, I hate you).

*That was a sad metaphor. My apologies.

 

 

Summer Resolutions III

Every year I make these resolutions, and every year I get just a teensy bit closer to actually fulfilling them. Whether that’s because I’m reaching for less or because I’m trying harder isn’t something I’m going to contemplate. Anyway. 2013 hasn’t been the greatest year so far, for a multitude of reasons that I won’t go into, but partially because I didn’t achieve as much as I’d hoped. This summer, my overarching goal is to take the things that got put off this year and finally do them.

So, I’ve got three categories this year (because I’m nothing if not an organizational nutjob): Things I want to do, things I want to learn how to do, and subjects I want to read/learn about.

Things I Want To Do:

  • Edit the two short stories I have finished
  • Submit both of them (one is currently on submission to the Writers of the Future contest, but I’ll hear back on that in June)
  • Finish the first draft of my novel, tentatively titled Life in Tights.

I don’t have as many “doing” goals this year as I have in years previous. I decided to pick just a few things to focus on, instead of trying to split my attention between five or six different projects. I have a couple of other things going right now–short stories I’m writing, ideas that are going through the brain-percolation process–but these three things are the ones that I’m going to spend my summer on. Everything else can happen later.

Things I Want to Learn How to Do:

  • Learn to machine sew, and make either a skirt or a dress. I am awesome at hand-sewing but have only used a machine once or twice, and I would like to learn how. Also, I have the hardest damned time finding a skirt or dress in stores, and as I’d like to build up my closet, sewing it seems like a good way to go.
  • Learn to embroider. This is for a small plushie project I’ve been wanting to do, and its something I’ve just never tried before. Might be fun.

Again, fewer goals than the last couple of years. I also decided to focus on one skill I wanted to improve (sewing) and gave up on a couple of things that, while they’re still things I someday want to do, just don’t seem like I have the time to do: quilting and learning a foreign language.

Things I Want to Learn About:

  • African history, specifically Algeria and Morocco 1860-1920. This is for a possible writing project that I’ve been tossing around lately. I love steampunk and biopunk, but am getting rather bored of seeing everything set in London. It’d be fun to do a couple of short stories set in a steampunk colonial Africa, but that definitely requires tons of research on my part.
  • African mythology (same region, same reasons).
  • The Pinkertons. For non-American peeps, the Pinkertons were basically private police hired to break up strikes and police the railroads in the 19th and 20th centuries. They’ve got a very long and interesting history, and are a dark chapter of US labor. There’s no particular application for this knowledge yet, I just find them an interesting thing to learn about.
  • Bartending. I don’t actually like to drink (the crappy wine at First Communion ruined me, I think) but I find the job of a bartender fascinating for some reason. There’s already way too many bartenders in literature, but my next large project might just need a snappy sidekick.

I find that as I get older my tastes in writing (meaning my own) are going more and more towards places and people I don’t know much about. Maybe this is just the growing out of YA phase (which wouldn’t be very good, considering that my current WIP is YA) or maybe its simply me expanding beyond the readily available subjects. I was never taught about Asian or African history in public school, and today those are two of the things that I would love to know more about.

The Great Panics of 2013

It’s been a day, people. One of those ridiculous days where everything that could possibly want to screw with you does.

Firstly, my Enter key stopped working. Given that a writer uses the Enter key about, oh, a gajillion-billion times a day, I had heart palpitations. My beautiful Macbook, which takes so much pounding from my caffeine-fueled fingers! Don’t fail me!

You see, this Macbook is only a year old. And while I do have AppleCare on it (computers do not like me, and I’m not going to pretend to be skilled enough to try and fix things) I would have to wait two weeks to get it to an Apple Store. And really, you do not know hell until you try to write a 15-page paper on the politics of Native American archaeology without a working Enter key.

So I stuck a butter knife into my beautiful, wonderful, very very very expensive laptop and pried off the key, which made a horribly tortured popping noise but actually came off. And proceeded to have to dig out three or four chips of paint from my horrible dorm room which had all decided to hide under my Enter key for some reason.

Just as I started feeling sweet relief, I reread the last chapter of my novel,  and I realized something horrible.

All of my main characters names rhyme.

In order of importance:

  1. Leslie
  2. Valerie
  3. Charlie
  4. Dani

Part of the problem is that all of these names, when read, look quite different. Dani especially made my eye skip right over, since that name has a different ending. But I can’t have the four biggest people in my book all have names with the same sound.That’s crazy. Could you imagine doing a reading like that? It’d sound like Dr. Seuss. Sure, the odds of me ever giving a public reading from this novel are slim-to-none, but it’s a valid concern, dammit.

Seriously, do you know how hard it is to name characters? And then to get those names ingrained in your head over 250+ pages? And then have to think up new ones? I’m not going to be able to give brainpower to anything actually productive for weeks.

He just sits on my desk and stares at me. It makes me quite productive.

He just sits on my desk and stares at me. It makes me quite productive.

Happy Birthdays

It’s been an exciting time here at Alphabetically Inclined (meaning: budget confetti and a cupcake, as opposed to leftover jerky from the back of the fridge).

As WordPress so kindly informed me, this week is the two-year anniversary of the blog. April 27th, to be exact. I suppose that means its time to go back, read my earliest posts, and then start embarrassment-deleting the most poorly written and overly-exclamation-pointed ones, but we’ll skip that for now. I’ve had several blogs before this, some personal, some comics- or writing-related, but none of them lasted more than a couple of months. I don’t know why this one stuck (well, I have my guesses) but I’m not going to question it.

Not that I’ve exactly been a consistent blogging presence.

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More importantly (or perhaps less, depending on my frustration level) my current WIP has also turned a year old. Currently, it is about 260 pages long and 77,000 words. I’m estimating I’ve got about another 50 pages to go. I tend to write with a lot of fluff and cut later; I think it makes it easier. This book will definitely need it, because 90-100,000 words is simply too long for a comedic YA sci-fi novel. I have an idea of how the editing for this book is going to go, actually, and I don’t think it will be too painful. My plan is to read the novel (duh) then make an outline for how it should ideally look, and rearrange/cut to fit. Then, line edits.

My goal is to eventually be able to get at least a first draft done in a year, but seeing as how my last novel took over 3 years, many drafts, and a VERY crappy flashback scheme, I think 18 months (my estimate) will definitely be an improvement. When I’m home this summer, I’m hoping to do some serious work on this and also editing work on the short stories I’ve got written. That’s never how it happens, of course, but a gal can hope. Editing is definitely my weak point. i don’t mind doing it, actually–I actively enjoy critiques–but its so hard to pick up a piece again after your brain has said, “Yep, that’s the end!”

Anyway, here’s to more years (though not on the novel. That shit’s getting done).

 

This Isn’t Up to Anyone But You

I have a pet peeve, and it seems to be happening a lot more lately (well, I have a lot of pet peeves. A whole menagerie, in fact. But this one is specifically annoying). What happens is fanfic–real writers, keep reading! This post is not about fanfic–will get halfway through a story, and then they will post a message like “I won’t post the next chapter until I get five reviews!” or “I’m new and can’t keep going without feedback!”

Here’s what I’d like to say to these people: god forbid you are writing for the reviews.

I hear this mostly from new writers, so I will try not to be a total fucking bitch (oopsies). Writing with the expectation of instant feedback, instant success, or really much guidance at all from sources other than those you go and search out yourself, is a hopeless endeavor. One writes because one wants to tell a story, must tell a story, and doesn’t have any way to get rid of that creative urge except by telling a story. If you stop writing 5,000 words in because no one on an internet forum is chiming in, then why are you writing in the first place? Are the reviews the goal? Or is it the story itself?

Getting no reviews, or even no reviews of substance, sucks. I get it. So does being a “real” writer and submitting into the ether only to receive one-line rejection emails in return. If you give up until someone give you a pat on the back, you’ll never get anywhere.

Write to write. Not for praise, or reviews, or success. Otherwise, you might as well be doing something else.

A Very Nice Person Nominated Me For Something, So…

Ramona from Happily Writing has quite kindly nominated me for the Liebster Award, a pass-along award for bloggers! I have a bit of a confession before I begin this: I’ve been nominated for a couple of these tag awards before and always quietly resisted because, embarrassingly, I don’t follow all that many blogs to nominate in return and my general anti-socialness makes saying “Hey, I nominated you for X thing!” a somewhat more over-thinking worthy proposition than it should be.

The other thing is, of course, the slight uncomfortableness of still not having changed my username on this blog to my “actual” pen name, the one I plan to use for writing (because I’ve been blogging here for two years now, and at this point it is my “social media presence” dammit). Using a silly name from my first novel (aged 10) sounded like a good idea way back when, not so much so when there are actual people calling you buy it. I shall get around to changing it. Soon!

But seeing as how I’ve decided to try and push myself to do things I usually wouldn’t, let’s give this a shot.

Firstly, three things I’ve learned since I’ve grown up:

(Grown up? I count as a grown up now? Christ).

1. “Take a deep breath” sounds like the stupidest advice ever, but really isn’t. You just have to actually give it a go. A few long yoga breaths and usually I’m not fuming anymore. Still irritated probably, but not fuming.

2. 80% of success is just showing up/Just do it. Woody Allen and Nike are both saying basically the same thing here: You’re never going to accomplish anything unless you move your ass and try. I never got that until late in high school, and I’m still trying to work towards it. It’s easy to do what is simple and comfortable, but infinitely more worthwhile do the things that are hard and intimidating. For me, that means meeting new people, going places I haven’t been before, and taking risks.

3. It’s okay to fudge the numbers. It says over there that I’ve been writing daily for going on two years. This isn’t true. There was a space between Year One and Year Two where I was horridly undisciplined, and when I travel I don’t write daily but do a cumulative total. These things may not be to the letter of the law, but if I didn’t make allowances for being human I would have given up on the first week. Do your best. Try hard. But ultimately what matters is the big picture.

Secondly, two unsung/under-appreciated heroes:

1. David Pace Wigransky, who was actually the subject of some of my first blog posts (way back in April 2011). As a 14-year-old boy, David wrote a letter to the Saturday Review of Literature on the subject of comic books. This may not sound like very much, but back when he wrote it comics were being targeted as the source of everything from serial killers to juvenile delinquency, mostly by a “Dr.” Wertham, and towns all across America were burning them lest they corrupt their children (this would, eventually, lead to the silliness and inanity of 50′s comics, when creativity was killed and thousands of creators were laid off). David’s letter became a rallying point for the anti-censorship side, and he quite eloquently points out the logical flaws in Wertham’s arguments against comics (for one: if millions of kids read comics, it’s likely that many delinquent kids will read them too, but unlikely that comics are the source of the delinquency). For doing that at such a young age, David is one of my heroes.

2. Elisha Otis, who gets rather little credit for perfecting a major part of our daily lives. Back when Otis was alive (the 1850′s) elevators were a horribly dangerous system, useful only for moving freight, because if the rope snapped it would plummet to the ground and smush everyone onboard. Otis invented the safety elevator, which let the public feel comfortable using elevators and also made it possible to put them in skyscrapers.

Finally, the people I would like to nominate for this:

1. There always is one more story to be told…(Ricarda Tesch). I love Ricarda’s blog for her adoration of books, her craziness/refusal to take life too seriously, and our shared affection for fanfic.

2. Whoosh (Morgan M. Jordahl). This is a blog I only found recently, but one that is definitely awesome. Between Morgan’s hilarious deconstruction of rom-coms (notably Easy A) and her own personal stories, it is totally worth a read.

3. The Write Frame of Mind (John Hargis) John’s honesty about his efforts at publishing and the way he opens up his works in his posts are what I like about this blog. Plus, the steampunk/antiques angle never hurts.

And second-finally (additionally? fuck. It’s late), what these people have to write/pick, if they so desire:

1. Why they started blogging.

2. Two unknown facts about them.

3. One embarrassing childhood story (power corrupts. My bad).

4. Their own nominees, up to 5.