The downside to having a full schedule, especially when multiple social events are added to it, is that physical and mental exhaustion (and maybe illness) can sometimes kick in, screwing things up even worse. Right now I’m trying to fight off a sore throat and exhaustion from too many things going on over the last few week.
That’s probably the best time for me to remind myself: It’s okay to take a day or two off from writing, you know. Or even more importantly: It’s also okay to call in sick to the Day Job now and again…that’s what your sick days are for. Between my stubborn will to keep to my writing schedule and my Catholic guilt for not letting my coworkers down, I can be my own worst enemy sometimes.
Sometimes all I want to do is play an entire afternoon of PC card games, watch silly cat videos, and noodle around with my mp3 collection. Is that too much to ask?
Well, no, not really. I’m not on a strict writing deadline. I can afford a day off from the Day Job now and again. As long as I don’t make it a habit. I can — and should — take a day or two off from reality now and again. I’ll be honest, sometimes I’m jealous of those people who spend the entire afternoon binge-watching TV series or playing video games. Why shouldn’t I be able to take a day off as well?
As long as I get back on track once I’m recharged, right?
Lately there’s been a bit of a dust-up on Twitter (no big surprise) about whether or not books should have an ulterior motive. More to the point, there are a few complaints out there stating that there’s been an uptick of them, and they bemoan that they’d rather have stories that aren’t all messagey or ‘political’.
Well, recent politics (and politicians) aside, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but that kind of thing actually happens with alarming regularity. During wartime, during peacetime, during revolution and during calm, these sorts of stories pop up all the time. Either these people are oversensitive to this kind of story, or the supposed ‘agenda’ is right out front and impossible to ignore or pass over. Sometimes these agendas are there to make you feel uncomfortable.
If anything, I’m sure I have agendas in my novels. The trick to writing them is not to make them overtly obvious or overbearing. Novels with Very Obvious Metaphors or Thinly Veiled Critiques are hard to accept for some readers; it’s better to work with nuance instead. The trilogy’s agenda was all about Doing the Right Thing for Everyone, Not Just Yourself. I even came out and said that numerous times. Meet the Lidwells‘ agenda (if there was one) could be Don’t Be an Asshole to Everyone.
I’m well aware of those who see any kind of inclusion as political. So what if it is, though? The agenda there is simple, then: I’m Here, So Deal With It. I’m talking about novels that contain a minority main character or someone with some kind of disability; I’m talking about stories featuring these characters, doing what characters are supposed to do in the context of the story, nothing more.
Agendas are part and parcel of who people are. They make for good characters, and they make for good stories. And sometimes they’re fun to write, especially when you need to use it for story conflict. In the trilogy, the conflicts between Denni and Saisshalé were always a blast to write, because they pushed the limits. I kept pushing their agendas until it finally got to the point where they both had to stop and say ‘okay, this is getting seriously fucked up, we need to stop this.’ That’s when they both realized that their universe was bigger than just the two of them.
So yes! Don’t be worried that your novel might have a political underpinning to it. Chances are good it’s supposed to be there, and that’s a good thing.
Oops! I seem to have forgotten to prepare a post for today! Sorry about that, and thanks for waiting!
We’ll be on vacation next week, and I’ve been hemming and hawing over whether I should write posts or fly-bys. I could easily write them tomorrow if need be, but at the same time I shouldn’t feel guilty if I post a fly-by instead. Except that I do. Writing can be like that.
As always, I spend a bit of vacation prep debating what writing-related things to bring with me. Sometimes, like our recent Disney trip, I won’t touch it at all. Other times, like our previous London trip, I’ll actually get work done. So it’s a toss-up. I’ve learned not to overpack like I used to. I never bring my laptop anymore, though I might bring my tablet, especially when I want to do a bit of revision or reading of what I have so far. For this trip, that’ll most likely be it, aside from the notebook and a few printouts for the Apartment Complex story.
In the meantime, I’m looking forward to this break. It’s been an unexpectedly busy first quarter so far at the Day Job, which means continual and very annoying interruptions from my work by the client reps, asking when my work will be done. Eesh. I just want a week to not think about much of anything at all except the next time we head over to Rainbow for more loco moco or kalua pork.
Some of you may have seen the above picture courtesy of a tweet from comedian Neal Brennan that came with the accompanying text:
Was talking with friend about how impossibly old the Traveling Wilburys seemed when they released their music in 1988. I’ve listed their ages at the time. For some perspective, three of them are no longer alive. Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.
While his last comment does make a good point, I thought instead about where those artists were in their career at that point in 1988.
Bob Dylan, at 47: 25 studio albums, 4 live albums. Jeff Lynne, at 41: 11 studio albums, half a soundtrack, and 1 live album under the ELO moniker Tom Petty, at 37: 7 studio albums with the Heartbreakers Roy Orbison, at 52: 23 studio albums and countless singles George Harrison, at 45: 12 studio albums and numerous singles with the Beatles, 11 studio albums and 1 live album
At the time their “Handle with Care” single came out, all five had had careers since the 70s, a few since the 60s. This was a sort of older-generation supergroup brought together for the fun of it, all five having worked with at least one other member in the past on solo work.
Now that I’ve hit Dylan’s listed age this year, the fact that my own output is limited to three self-published novels and an anthology entry probably should make me feel like I’ve been wasting all my time to get to this point. But interestingly, I’m not. I’ve already made peace with having started my professional writing career late. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, really. To be honest, it’s hard as fuck to write a novel, a good novel, a professional-level novel, all while dealing with Real Life, Day Jobs, Families, and Other Responsibilities. Pretty much all five Wilburys started out their musical careers at a young age and went pro in their early twenties. Not all of us are able to dedicate all that time.
At 47, I’m happy where I am. I worked my ass off over the last three decades to learn the craft, make all the mistakes and be the best writer I can be. I’m glad I took that route using a minimal number of projects rather than trying to write hundreds of stories that may not see the light of day. It made me the kind of writer I am, and it helped me develop my personal style.
And now that I’m at this point, I can see a much clearer future, where I can face future projects and not feel as though I’m stabbing in the dark. I know what I’m working towards. And because of that, I’ve cut down on my turnaround time considerably. I could conceivably release a book a year if I wanted. [I’m quite sure I’ll have those seasons of writing an epic similar to the trilogy that’ll eat up a good couple of years, but I’m thinking those are going to be exception and not the rule.]
So yeah…I’m fine with being 47 and being right at the beginning of my career instead of somewhere in the middle of it. It means I’ve got a lot more to look forward to.
As expected, I’ve spent the morning switching things over. Calendars to put up (Hokusai prints), whiteboard schedule to lay out (see above), plans to put into motion (ditto). I said I was going to have a busy 2018, and I wasn’t planning on spending Day One being a lazy ass. Wouldn’t make a good precedent.
There’s not too much different on the whiteboard, as you can see. The blog update schedule will remain as is. I decided to put the Dreamwidth blog (DW) up there on Sundays and Wednesdays, as I consider that my personal (non-writing or music) site and I really should be a bit more social there. It’s also time to reinstate the daily words (750) to get me back up to creative speed. Lastly, I reinstated the Art, Poetry and Music beats to the schedule, more as a ‘get back into the habit’ than an assignment prompt or deadline. The only two things I don’t have listed are my personal longhand journal — which I always write during my morning break on weekdays anyway — and whatever Main Project(s) I happen to be working on, which don’t need reminding.
[Out of shot to the left, which you may have seen from my Christmas picture, is the clipboard that has a more detailed, long-term To-Do list that I will be working on over the course of the year. And yes, it takes up a few pages.]
I’ve also decided this morning that I’m going to change up my morning routine as well. I’m not entirely sure what this will entail, but we’ll see where it goes. My normal routine at present isn’t anything I have to do right then — email, Twitter, webcomics, usually in that order — and it’s not as if I’m really wasting time, but I’m curious to see if I can utilize that time better with other things. Maybe a bit of longhand work? Or stretches/exercise? This is less about me being economical with my time and more about mixing it up to keep from getting bored or stuck in a rut. This sort of thing tends to change every couple of years for me, and it’s about that time now.
This isn’t to say 2018 is going to be All Creativity All the Time. I’ll take nights off to watch movies and anime with A. I want to expand my reading list, and maybe check out more audio books and podcasts. I’d really like to get back into shape so a few days a week at the Y will do me good, as will cutting down on snacks and junk food. And just getting out more, being more social, getting some air and sun. I spent a lot of 2017 in self-imposed hiding for one reason or another, and I’d like to change that.
I have to say, my initial response to the Fuckwit administration’s seriously misguided attempt at Newspeak this past week by ‘forbidding’ certain words being used in reports coming from the Center for Disease Control and Prevention was not one of shock and horror, but disbelief. Really? You’re going to go there?
My second response of course, was a tweet:
Dear GOP: I’m a writer. You’re never going to take my words away from me. Just so you know. Signed, Me
As I said with my previous post, this administration has directly targeted my parents (screwing with Medicaid/Medicare); my family (screwing with women’s health), my friends (screwing with LGBT rights, affordable healthcare, Planned Parenthood, voting, wages, the list is pretty fucking long here), and my neighbors (screwing with immigration, sanctuary cities, hatred for SF and coastal cities in general, and let us not forget their hatred of Muslims).
And of course, they’re targeting me now. First by voting down net neutrality, and now by forbidding the use of words. So yeah, I have a legitimate reason to get a bit cheesed off when an entire political party is trying to fuck with my life.
You’re not going to take away my words and music, hoss. I hope you know that. Y’all might want to be all patriotic about your gun freedoms, so fair’s fair that I get in your face about my freedoms. Especially when they hit that close to home.
Yeah, I know, I know…they’re talking about the CDC here, but the bullshit stinks just the same. I’ve worked in certain client-facing jobs where I was trained to avoid certain words for ‘customer comfort’ or whatever you want to call it. Can’t use the word ‘unfortunately’ when you can’t do something for them, even if what they’re asking for is nigh on impossible for purely logical, technological, maybe even legal reasons. You want to avoid giving the client a reason to ragequit our business agreement. I get that.
But come on: when a science-based federal department is being told not to use the phrase ‘science-based’? You’re making it painfully obvious that you’re fucking around with the rules, and you’re doing a piss-poor job of it. It’s like watching your four year old toddler cheat brazenly at a game he’s playing with you, with him fully believing you’re not paying attention. It’s like watching a con gamer failing catastrophically at pulling a three-card monte. It’s like…
It’s a little bit like this scene from The Dover Boys of Pimento University, come to think of it:
Seriously, though. Really? Forbidding words? Do you think that works in this day and age in this country? Especially now, when you’ve got a lot of us pissed off enough that we’re starting to vote in Democrats to key places just to get you guys to fucking stop the stupid shit already?
I mean, I could just let this pass just like every other dumbass thing you’ve been doing this past year in the misguided attempt that you even understand how to run an administration, let alone a government or a country. I could just wait and listen for the inevitable death rattle of your party until it self-combusts. I’m less pissed off about your fuckery and more pissed off that you’re just wasting all of our goddamn time and money. So many things could get done if you would just stop trying to kick your long-dead horse back to life.
In the meantime, we’ll be here, still making a noise. Still being who we are. Still looking out for each other. Waiting for the rest of you to come to your fucking senses.
We’ll be here making that noise for as long as it’s needed. As Happy Harry Hard-On said way back in 1990, we’ll talk hard.
It looks like Patreon turned itself around and said ‘we done fucked up’, and decided not to follow through with the fee changes. Which is a good thing.
Doug Jones barely eked by with a win in Alabama, and won it fair and square with just enough that an automatic recount won’t happen…and Roy Moore refuses to concede.
Now we have the FCC voting among party lines yesterday to kill Net Neutrality.
It’s been that sort of week.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the Republicans have been voting in lockstep for nearly all the least wanted, horribly written, barely thought out bills and resolutions. I start wondering if they have an endgame here, if there’s some Big Reveal that’s going to happen in Act III that’s going to explain just what the flying fuck they’re attempting to do. Or is it just going to stop mid-sentence with no resolution? Have they even made an outline to this book of theirs?
[Don’t get me wrong — it’s not that I hate the party. If they want to have an intelligent conversation and work in tandem with (if not alongside) the Democrats, then I have no problem with that. But this past year has been one incompetent shitshow after another from them, and they’re really not selling me on their brand of governing. Especially when they’re literally targeting my parents, my family, my neighbors, and my friends with their unabashed hatefulness and ignorance. And me, with the Net Neutrality repeal bullshit. And being pretty fucking brazen about it at that.]
But what I’ve also been thinking about, a lot, has been community.
I’ve already tweeted and blogged about that Jane Jacobs book, The Death and Life of Great American Cities, but more to the point I’ve been thinking a lot about community in general. I used to think of community service (I’m talking here about donating your time and services because you want to, not the court-assigned version) as a good thing to do, though for years I thought it really wasn’t my bag. Let’s face it, at the time I was either lazy or selfish, both, felt it was expected of me or that I was guilted into it; it was rarely of my own volition.
The idea of community ties in with my new novel project; in fact, the idea of community service is a subplot for a few of the characters. Not to worry, I’m not planning on doing any soapboxing here. It’s just part of the overall story. In fact, it’s more about embracing the fact that there are other people out there in one’s immediate vicinity than your family or significant other. Acknowledging that they’re there, that they may be different from you in some ways, but just the same in others.
Community can’t happen if you choose to ignore or exclude people. Sure, you can paint it in patriotic colors and all, but those colors are going to fade if all you want in your community is People Just Like You, and leave out the Other. Even and especially if you try to paint it as ‘personal freedom’. Community doesn’t work that way.
So what does this have to do with writing, anyway? Why am I bloviating about this here? Well, a) because it’s my blog and I can do so if I want (neener neener pthththbbt!), and b) the public’s reaction to these hateful shenanigans has been absolutely amazing. The overwhelming response has been one of true community — bringing all kinds of people together, often in breathtakingly high numbers, to counteract the hate and the ignorance. I see amazing numbers fighting back. And even winning. I join in when I can and how I can, and in the process I realize I’ve not been reacting as with feelings of doom and sorrow as much as I used to. It’s more irritation and annoyance now, and I can work better with those. Because that feeling of community.
And in the process it’s given me a clearer way to get through my day, to get through my creative endeavors without feeling useless. And it’s inspired me to think more about how I create my characters; who I base them on, where they come from, who they are, what they do. A vibrant community of all different kinds opens up not just different cultural ideas but different points of view. And that’s what a good novel always needs.
OK, I don’t often talk about questionable business practices here at Welcome to Bridgetown, but a hell of a lot of webcomic artists and writers I follow are *NOT* happy with Patreon right now, and neither am I.
In short: They’ve rearranged their payment fee policy so that instead of taking a percentage cut out of the creators’ payout [I should add that the creators are OK with that part. Think of it as the publisher taking their usual cut from your just-released book.], they are now taking it out of the donors’ payment.
And I quote, from their recent email to creators and donors:
“Starting December 18th, we will apply a new service fee of 2.9% + $0.35 that patrons will pay for each individual pledge. This service fee helps keep Patreon up and running.”
This is under the guise that it’ll standardize payouts for the creator. Which is NOT a thing any creator actually asked for. They state they ran a poll recently about it, but to my knowledge, I have not heard of any creator actually taking part in it.
This means that for those of you barely scraping by but still wanting to give money to your favorite artist or writer, Your $1 donation per month is now $1.37 per month.
As you can imagine, this adds up. Already we’re seeing $1 donors saying “fuck this” and deleting their payments. We’re already seeing artists and writers think about moving to new donation sites. [Kickstarter currently has one in beta, I believe called Drip, that may start next year that many may be flocking to.]
So what’s my part in this?
Well. I’m okay funds-wise so I’m willing to have the payments go up slightly. The artists and writers I donate to are worth it. So I’m not going to say ‘boycott’ because that won’t work.
No, I want y’all to do something else.
I want you all to be the biggest pains in the ass and email Patreon, @ them on Twitter and on FB, whatever, and make a lot of noise to have them turn this Really Bad Idea around and come up with something else.
Look, I get that Patreon needs to make money too. But this ain’t the way to go about it.
And for the record, here’s the email that creators and donors received recently,l, minus the ‘we’re a nifty company’ spiel at the end.
Your support is truly changing the lives of creators around the world. You give creators a reliable paycheck that enables them to do their best work. Thank you thank you thank you.
In order to continue our mission of funding the creative class, we’re always looking for ways to do what’s best for our creators. With that, we’re writing to tell you of a change we’re making so that all Patreon creators take home exactly 95% of every pledge, with no additional fees.
Aside from Patreon’s existing 5% fee, a creator’s income on Patreon varies because of processing fees every month. They can lose anywhere from 7-15% of their earnings to these fees. This means creators actually take home a lower percentage of your pledge than you may realize. Our goal is to make creators’ paychecks as predictable as possible, so we’re restructuring how these fees are paid.
Starting December 18th, we will apply a new service fee of 2.9% + $0.35 that patrons will pay for each individual pledge. This service fee helps keep Patreon up and running.”