I have to confess, I spend a lot of time paying attention to specific kinds of writer’s blogs. In Particular those of Kristin Kathryn Rusch, Dean Wesley Smith, and Chuck Wendig. These, among some others that I don’t follow as regularly, have given me the inspiration and the back bone to face this profession and know that I can make it. While Kristin Kathryn Rusch and Dean Wesley Smith are great at being responsible, business focused and serious about their craft, I turn to Chuck Wendig to hear pretty much the same stuff with a lot more humor and swearing.
Part of world building is creating culture. Your people have to have a culture unique to their place in their world. Even if you are writing in modern America, it’s important to notice the influence of culture on the choices and assumptions that your characters make. However, since culture is a huge subject that spans several BA programs, I’m going to pick just one little piece to discuss today: Family.
There are two schools of thought about writing (in the most general terms). The school that says that you must wait for the muse to come by and give you inspiration. And the school that says you should sit your butt in the chair and write even when the muse is vacationing in Florida. As with anything of this sort, I think the truth is somewhere in the middle.
Getting writing done is a lot about getting in the groove. That sounds a lot like waiting for the muse, except that getting in the groove is something that you can control. You just have to figure out how to find your groove reliably. Because unlike your muse, your groove doesn’t go on vacation.
When I’m not writing, I work as an educational or freelance ASL interpreter. Lately the differences between those two environments has been a minor source of stress in my life. In freelancing, I am sent out by my agency to do a variety of jobs. Most assignments over 30 minutes I’m sent with a team. I get almost no prep materials, and if I’m lucky I might get a few minutes to chat with the consumers (both Hearing and Deaf). In school, I am sent solo to one 45 minute class after another with only the 5 minute passing time afforded to the students to clear my brain and get ready for the next class. On the plus side I do get prep materials and a chance to get to know the students and teachers.
It’s time for another blog exchange. I’ve traded topics with Winona Hulsey: Surviving the Holidays as a Writer. You’ll find links to my thoughts and more about Winona and her writing after her thoughts on the matter. Now, without further ado… Introducing Winona Hulsey:
Author Wenona Hulsey spends her time scaling roof tops, kicking bad guy tail, and rescuing small kittens from tree tops. But during the time when she isn’t asleep, she’s a mother of two beautiful children and works a full time day job. She lives vicariously through great books and creates magical worlds in her spare time. She is also an avid social networker, who loves to meet new people.
I’ve been a very good girl this year. Well, OK, maybe not that good, but I was nice more than I was naughty. Even when I was naughty I was trying to be nice. I’m sure HE thought I was nice (He had a funny way of showing it so I hope you’ve got Him on the naughty list).
Anyway, I know it’s probably a bit late and all that, but if you could, just maybe, bring me someone. I’m not going to be picky about eye or hair color or anything like that. Just make sure he’s really good. Or at least nice more than naughty. Better yet, make him naughty in the nice way.
There has been an undercurrent of classism in the news lately. Here in America with the Fiscal Cliff looming over us, we are arguing about who should pay for the budget deficit. There is a great divide between the “Haves” and the “Have Nots”. Current slang has them as the 1% and the 99% – At least according to the people who call themselves “the 99%”. The thing is that this sort of divide has been around since before we kept records of such things. It is a part of every culture in all the nations that we know about (I would guess that it’s even in the cultures we don’t know about yet, but who can tell with aliens). Despite the fact that it is an omni-present facet of our existence, politicians and social reformers all over the globe have tried to eliminate it.
There is something about Autumn that brings on thoughts of cuddling. I imagine back in the old days that the onset of colored leaves wasn’t just a pretty sight, but a warning to figure out who was going to be warming your bed with you throughout the cold months of winter. This could be a real issue, especially in the northern climates. Without out a reliable bed warmer the chill of winter could be unbearable.
So here we are, almost a week into NaNoWriMo and I’ve had some developments with my characters.
For those who didn’t read my previous posts about my outlining process, let me just say it is VERY loose – I have a beginning, a goal and some characters. I drop them into my document, shake them up and see what happens. Well here is what I have so far: