Jayne: What're you gonna tell the others? Mal: About what? Jayne: About why I'm dead. Mal: Hadn't thought about it. Jayne: Make something up. Don't tell 'em what I did.

'Ariel'


The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Allyson - Jul 20, 2008 7:17:45 pm PDT #376 of 6681
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

that's pitch perfect, dcp!


Susan W. - Jul 20, 2008 7:27:11 pm PDT #377 of 6681
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Continuing dcp's analogy, I can interpret music, but not create it. I love to sing, and I'm pretty good at it, but I have no concept of how people compose songs. The idea of creating a song that didn't exist before is foreign to me. Not only do I lack that talent, I can't even comprehend it. How can you hear a song you've never heard?

However, I've been creating stories that didn't exist before as long as I can remember, and writing them down off and on since I was 8. Inventing characters and telling stories about them is just what I do. I don't know why, and I was almost grown before I realized there was anything unusual about it. I honestly thought everyone told themselves stories to while away the time, even if they didn't write them down, because it really is that natural for me.

I'm still learning to write well. But I believe the desire to tell stories--talent, compulsion, whatever it is--is innate.


erikaj - Jul 20, 2008 7:42:38 pm PDT #378 of 6681
Always Anti-fascist!

I have that same problem, Allyson. As well as the kind of body where when I say "I'm a writer," I get (Patronizing voice) Oh, I bet you are! Or they make me feel like the Pinball Wizard. Like I got this one weird ability at birth so that I'm not a complete freakshow. Which, okay, without the value judgements, I might concede. Except for, it's taken me so much work, and development, and classes, and learning from other writers. I did not just spring fully formed from Richard Price's head. Although, given all the coke he was probably doing in the seventies, he would probably shrug and take me in stride. And I suck at pinball.


erikaj - Jul 20, 2008 7:42:50 pm PDT #379 of 6681
Always Anti-fascist!

hippocampus - Jul 21, 2008 3:11:19 am PDT #380 of 6681
not your mom's socks.

::squoodges the writers::

Several very disconnected thoughts:

There is this ongoing fascination with the lightning bolt. The 'I just sat down and wrote this out on a roll of toilet paper and it's pretty good,' genius who pierces the heart of an idea that no one else has before realized was the core of everything. Because people are fascinated with lottery tickets too.

This is hard. Dammit. Even with lightning bolts.

Having a formula for how to write [actually, for how *you* can write - not someone else] doesn't necessarily make one a good writer. It can help get the wheels moving, and keep them moving.

Having inspiration also doesn't necessarily make one a good writer. So many inspired people talk and think and don't put pen to paper for one reason or another.

But these are part of the practice of writing - these and having a community of writers who will tell you that you aren't nuts, or, if necessary, that you are (by the way, you're not).

And, though this doesn't really help you with the engineer, if someone doesn't believe that talent exists - or that it can be programmed - then they're not going to see talent standing right there in front of them. Because they're not looking for it.

Granted, I know little to nothing. And haven't had any coffee yet.


erikaj - Jul 21, 2008 10:01:29 am PDT #381 of 6681
Always Anti-fascist!

Sometimes I've had the lightning bolt thing. But that's not usually what it's like. (And I fully admit to being a little nuts. I'm obsessed with a city I've only seen on television. That's a little...off the hook. But the writing isn't the crazy part.


hippocampus - Jul 21, 2008 11:31:05 am PDT #382 of 6681
not your mom's socks.

I'm obsessed with a city I've only seen on television.

that is completely normal - I love the same city.


erikaj - Jul 21, 2008 12:13:05 pm PDT #383 of 6681
Always Anti-fascist!

Well, you've lived there. I haven't even seen it personally. I'm prepared to stipulate(check me out, getting my Pearlman on, with or without a parking garage!) that that's a little bizarre. But then, Dempsy and Gannon aren't even *real*(Which totally bowled over my geography-flunking ass, I don't mind telling you.) Maybe it's a writer thing.


beekaytee - Jul 22, 2008 1:25:50 am PDT #384 of 6681
Compassionately intolerant

dcp-Thanks so much for the link to Acland Brierty…explained, I think I'm in love.

And along the lines of the search for great writing, I'm x-posting this in Bitches:

I've got a request for the lovers of language among us...

I've written a workplace communication workshop...Avoid the Evils of Email!...which is all about increasing productivity and reducing misunderstandings through more effective email communication.

One of my points is about using the right words for the right message vs. generic terms that don't communicate one's actual meaning.

So, I'm looking for snippets (1-3 sentences) of your favorite evocative literature. Examples that stand alone and have left you thinking, "Heh. That was clever/cool/effective."

It matters not where the snippet comes from and I'd be happy to receive them here or via my profile addy.

[tenting fingers in anticipation] I can't wait to see what this brainiac crowd comes up with!


Allyson - Jul 22, 2008 5:43:57 am PDT #385 of 6681
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Okey dokey! I have to get a 25K word middle school book together for my agent. I don't write fiction, and haven't written for children. So I'm freaking out, waaaayyyyyy out of my comfort zone, and have no idea what I'm doing. Wheeeeeee!!!