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August Stuff and Some Links

Friday, September 2nd, 2011

Writing: 9204 — 3 pts.
Editing: 4380 — 1 pt.
Submissions: 5 — 5 pts.
TOTAL: 9 pts.

Koala Challenge 9

Still not where I want to be on writing, but it’s more than July, and July was more than June, so hopefully I can keep up the trend.

Some Links:

Fantasy Art — Women Fighters in Reasonable Armor — This Tumblr thread collects artwork of female fighters wearing armor that might actually protect more than 5% of their bodies in a fight. There’s some great art here, so check it out. I particularly like this one, a cartoon that comments on the issue. :)

Iowa Student Dies After Brutal Beating in which Attackers Shouted Gay Slurs — The media’s attention has drifted away from the issue of anti-gay bullying and bashing, but kids are still dying. Marcellus Andrews, 19, was a college student and member of his church’s drill team when some guys in a truck stopped and attacked him on the porch of a friend’s house. They called him a faggot while beating on him, and one of these jerkwads kicked him in the face when he was down. He had severe head trauma and died in the hospital. This crap might not be making big headlines the way it was earlier in the year, but it’s still happening and it still needs to stop. :(

CHRONICLES OF MANSPLAINING: Professor Feminism and the Deleted Comments of Doom — I just ran into this one today. It’s framed by a discussion of a particular incident, but in general this is absolutely the best explanation of what “mansplaining” is and why it’s offensive that I’ve ever run into.

Then the blogger, Sady Doyle, explains how this springs from and feeds into the larger issues:

Here’s where we appeal to that “lived experience” thing. Because: Have you ever had a guy come up to you — on the street, in a bar, whatever — and just straight-up say, “hey, I wanna talk to you?” Happens all the time, right? Happens to women, all the time. But have you ever just straight-up said, “no?” Not “no, I have a boyfriend,” or “no, I’m busy,” or “no, I have to race to save the city from the Joker’s diabolical machinations, for I am the Batman,” or any other excuse: Just the word “no,” by itself?

Yeah. So you know what happens next, after you say “no.” The guy always keeps talking. He tries wheedling, or begging, sometimes. But if you say “no” firmly enough, or often enough that he gets the point, the dude just starts yelling. He tells you that you’re not that hot. He tells you what a bitch you are. (“You bitch, I have a Rolls Royce,” was my favorite of these.) Sometimes he follows you down the street, yelling at you; sometimes, he follows you in his car. These dudes are always so fucking certain that they’re entitled to your time and attention that they will harass you until you give it, or at least until you’re scared and sorry for not giving it. You do not have the right not to interact, as far as these guys are concerned.

That’s the real problem behind Mansplaining, and all the rest of it: We live in a culture where men are taught that, if they want women’s time and attention, they are entitled to it. They simply cannot grasp that a woman has the right to say “no.” You bitch, I have a Rolls Royce or you coward, I have more blog traffic than you: Whatever it is, it’s a guy insisting that he’s entitled to a form of attention a woman doesn’t want to give him, and lashing out at the woman for not giving it. From hence springs Mansplaining, sexual harassment, rape culture, and everything else we don’t like about how men treat women, from the tiniest violation to the most violent. All of it, ALL of it, springs from the idea that women should be ignored or punished when we say “no.” Which is the idea Professor Feminism is reinforcing with his actions, as we speak.

The guys who comment here are cool, and actually see women as human beings. There are some guys in the comments at Tiger Beatdown who likewise Get It and aren’t part of the problem. So many men are, though, that a majority of women in our culture treat all men they don’t know well carefully, fearfully, because they have no idea which guy is cool and which guy might start with the “Who do you think you are to say ‘no’ to me, bitch?!” drill. Back to Sady: “That’s what it’s actually like, being a woman: Playing nice with every random asshole, because this random asshole might be the one who hurts you. And then, if he hurts you anyway, they’ll tell you that you led him on.”

This relates back to my post last year on how women are socialized to be victims, and men are socialized to believe that anger is the proper response whenever a woman denies them something they want.

And to wrap up on a couple of positives:

Stop Coddling the Super-Rich — Warren Buffett This is an NYT op-ed piece by one of the richest people in the country who thinks it’s time America’s super-rich paid a bit more tax. Nice to know not all the super-wealthy are scrambling for every shelter and loophole they can find. Props to Mr. Buffett — I wish the Republican bigwigs would listen to him.

School Superintendent Gives up $800,000 in Pay — Massive kudos and applause to Fresno County School Superintendent Larry Powell. His area has been hit with some of the highest unemployment in the country and his schools were suffering along with everyone else. Powell effectively retired, then let them hire him back for $31,000 per year, which is $10K less than a starting teacher makes.

“A part of me has chaffed at what they did in Bell,” Powell said, recalling the corrupt Southern California city officials who secretly boosted their salaries by hundreds of thousands of dollars. “It’s hard to believe that someone in the public trust would do that to the public. My wife and I asked ourselves ‘What can we do that might restore confidence in government?’”

He also said, “How much do we need to keep accumulating? There’s no reason for me to keep stockpiling money.”

Another rich (or at least very well off) guy who deserves major props.

Angie

WorldCon Part 3

Tuesday, August 30th, 2011

Another panel I went to was “Editing Anthologies.” The panelists took a poll right at the beginning and discovered that about 2/3 of the audience (including me) were there because they were writers looking for insights on what editors were looking for. The other third was there because they were editing or planning to edit an anthology in the future. To that one third of the audience, the panel universally said, “Don’t!” LOL!

This one pretty much went over familiar territory, except for some comments by Ellen Datlow, the only panelist who does invitation-only anthologies. The pattern I’m used to is that when an anthology reading period ends at a certain date, the editor sends firm NO responses during the period, but saves stories they’d like to use until after the deadline. Then, with a stack of good stories, they do their final selection and put together a TOC, then send “Sorry, not quite” rejections for the stories that didn’t quite make it and contracts for the stories that did. This makes logical sense to me — if you’re doing a steampunk antho, you might get a really excellent story about pirate who attacks ships in his steam-powered mechanical squid, but then three weeks later get a seriously awesome story about a pirate who attacks AIRships in his flying mechanical squid. Wouldn’t it have sucked to have bought the first one already? ‘Cause both of those stories would really be too much steam-powered mechanical squiddage for one anthology, right? Or whatever.

Ms. Datlow buys stories as they come in, though. I was sort of o_O when she said that, although if she talks to all her invited authors about what they plan to write ahead of time, so she can head off any too-close duplication before the stories have been written then I guess I can see how that works. It was sort of startling, though — something I didn’t know about invite-only anthologies. I wonder if other editors doing anthos by invitation work the same way?

John Joseph Adams was there too — he edited The Way of the Wizard, which I had on the antho listing for a few months. He said he did the book both ways, specifically inviting a group of writers to submit for it, and opening a handful of slots to be filled through open submission. He got about 900 slush-pile stories for the book, which… wow. [blinkblink] This is why pro-pay books are usually invite-only; there’s no way the editor is going to make even a dollar an hour if they have to read through 900 slush pile submissions, especially if they only get half a dozen usable stories out of them. I knew the pro-pay anthos got a lot of submissions, but I had no idea the numbers were up that high. Unless that’s an outlier — and I don’t think it is — I’m exponentially more appreciative of the editors who do open up submissions to their pro-paying anthologies, or even books in the upper end of semipro.

One thing I learned at WorldCon this year is something about myself rather than about conventions, and that is that there are certain panels I just shouldn’t go to anymore.

I went to a few panels that taught me more about myself this year than about the subject matter. I’ll usually look through the program guide and mark panels on topics I’m interested in. Makes sense, right? But I’ve found over the last couple of years that I’m learning less and less at panels on topics I’m into, and thinking more and more about how I’d contribute to the conversation if I could. If I’m sitting there listening to what’s going on, but most of the buzz in my head is about what I’d say, how I’d answer that question, how I disagree with that panelist or how this panelist here has an interesting approach but I did it differently, then I think it’s safe to say I’m not getting much out of the panel.

At least I’m not one of those people in the audience who insists on actually verbalizing all these thoughts — when someone on the panel has to tell an audience member to stuff a sock in it, however diplomatically they phrase the request, you know that’s someone who shouldn’t have come to hear that panel. Maybe these are panels I should be on, I don’t know; it depends whether anyone else would think my running commentary was interesting. But either way, it’s really not a productive use of my own time, aside from the frustration factor.

I think part of the problem is that most convention panels are at the 101 level. It’s pretty rare to see Advanced Whatever in an SF con program book. Even when the general topic is something fairly technical, the presenters tend to feel like they should explain it all for the beginners anyway (which I greatly appreciate when I’m one of the beginners) and they might not get through all their planned material because they’re backing and filling and answering questions. It’s not like conventions could have prerequisites for panel attendance, but the (generous and inclusive) wish of the speakers to make sure everyone is following the conversation rather pins that conversation down to a beginner level. I’m not sure what can be done about this, or if anything should be. Maybe panel discussions all should be at the 101 level, and anyone interested in more can exercise their Google-fu and find advanced resources on their own?

At any rate, if I’m going to be sitting there wishing I could talk rather than actually learning anything new, I’m probably better off in another panel. I need to start asking myself, “Will I learn anything in that panel?” rather than “Am I interested in that panel topic?”

Of course, there are certain assumptions made about the audience as a whole. I went to Joan Slonczewski’s panel “Microbial Madness: How I made Money off Biowarfare and other True Adventures” (which was excellent, BTW) and toward the beginning when she was explaining how microbes multiply, she said something like “One, two, four… you all get the math so I’ll move on.” One can generally assume that an SF fan audience does indeed get a certain level of math, at least conceptually. :)

(I highly recommend her fiction, by the way. She writes hard SF but from a biological point of view rather than the more traditional hardware/physics point of view. Great writer, with a fresh angle.)

Angie

WorldCon Part 2

Friday, August 26th, 2011

Another panel I made it to was John Scalzi’s “A Trip to the Creation Museum.” I’d previously read Scalzi’s blog post about the visit and had a great time reading it. I knew it’d be even more fun in a room full of like-minded folk, so I made sure to get there to hear it live — I even managed to get a seat. :)

Scalzi explained in the panel how this came about. The Creation Museum (which is exactly what you think it is) was built within a reasonable distance of Scalzi’s home, and someone asked if he was going to go. He explained exactly how unlikely it would ever be that he’d visit such a place, even under considerable duress. A bunch of people thought it’d be hilarious for him to go, though, so he finally made a deal — he’d go if the people who thought it’d be hilarious raised $250, which he would donate to Americans United for the Separation of Church and State. He says on his blog:

As of 11:59 and 59 seconds (Pacific Time) last night, the “Drag Scalzi’s Ass to the Creation Museum” donation drive raised $5,118.36. That’s 256 times the admission price to Creation Museum, a multiple I find both amusing (from a dork point of view) and gratifying, since it means what tiny bit of income the creationists running the museum gain by having me pass through the door will be utterly swamped by the amount I’m going to send to Americans United for the Separation of Church and State. Would that it worked that way for every admission to that place.

For those of you who were wondering, some statistics: The first milestone for this fundraiser, the $250 to get me to go at all, got passed within the first hour of posting the challenge. The $1000 mark got passed about 12 hours later. The $5,000 marker got passed last night sometime between 6 and 11pm, while I was out on a date with my wife, celebrating our anniversary. I’m particularly pleased about hitting the $5k mark. The least amount donated was $1; the most was $300. More than one person donated more than $250, usually with the notation “Ha! Now you HAVE to go!” Multiples and variations of $6.66 were amusingly common, although the $5 suggested amount was the amount most received.

The people at Americans United were reportedly delighted by the donation, if a bit bemused by the curiously specific amount. :)

The panel was indeed humorously awesome and I’m very glad I went. The visit report is funny too, scaled down a bit to take the solo experience into consideration. Highly recommended.

I went to another panel that I’m not going to name specifically, since I want to do a bit of constructive analysis, although I suppose anyone who gets ahold of the program book could figure out which one it was, since I have to give some detail to get my point across. :/

All right, fine, it was on world creation for writers, how to create a realistic world for your science fiction story. I’ve been to such panels before, and they’ve all gone pretty much the same way, which isn’t a compliment. What tends to happen is that there are several scientist types on the panel, one or two who are into the astronomy and planet creation end of things, and one or two who are into the smaller scale geology and biology end. The logical thing to do is to start out with the creation of the star system and the planets, talking about dust clouds and star spectra and magnetic fields and galactic arms and gravity and such. You have to have all that before you can have any small scale geology, much less anything biological, so starting with the bigger picture makes sense.

The problem is that the panelists get used to the idea that the stars-and-planets people are doing all the talking at the beginning, and… they usually just keep on doing all the talking. One person in particular has been on every similar panel I’ve ever attended; this individual really likes to talk, to jump in, and even to interrupt. To give the person credit, they’re a good speaker and know a lot about the subject and are very eager to share that knowledge, which is cool. But, as has often happened before, this person plus the other stars-and-planets person ended up doing about 85% of the talking. The biolologist did about another 10-12%, and the geologist squeezed in whatever shards of speakage were left.

This isn’t an ideal way to run a panel, and the moderator did nothing to get things under control.

Again, there was a lot of great info presented here, but it was frustrating to watch all the same. And judging by the look on the geologist’s face through the last third or so of the panel, that person might well be thinking twice next time an invitation shows up to be on panels. Or maybe their lunch didn’t agree with them. At any rate, they didn’t seem to be having a great time.

I think (if anyone cares what I think) that in future it’d be better to split this panel into two. Let the stars-and-planets people have a panel all to themselves. They’ll do a great job with it, and it’ll end up being essentially the same panel they’ve given for however many years, without the bother of having to talk over and interrupt those other folks. Give the smaller-scale geologists and the biologists — maybe add a botanist and an oceanographer to round things out — their own panel, talking about smaller scale landforms, climates, biomes, and what sorts of life might develop under different conditions. That’d be at least as useful to SF writers as the stars-and-planets panel, and separating them out seems to be the only way to give the smaller scale planetbuilding speakers a chance to get more than five sentences in edgeways. Everyone wins.

Angie

Sorting Through More Submission Calls

Thursday, August 11th, 2011

Dear Editor,

If you want submissions from any writer who isn’t a newbie him- or herself, you have to demonstrate that you know what you’re doing, that you know how the business works, and that you know the customary nomenclature. Specifically, something like this:

By submitting the story to the [We'reAllNewbies] Publishing, the writer transfers all print and electronic publication rights to the [We'reAllNewbies] Publishing editorial team. If the work is not chosen for publication, at the time the author is informed of this, all rights revert to the author. If the work is chosen, the author may not republish the story in print or electronic format until one year after the date of publication of the full anthology.

you’ve guaranteed that I and likely many other writers will never submit anything to you, ever.

Look, the last line shows that your heart is (probably) in the right place, sort of. I’m pretty sure I know what you mean — that if you choose Joe’s story, you expect him to sign a contract granting you exclusive rights for a year, so he doesn’t, say, post the story for free on his web site, making your anthology worth that little bit less to readers. I’m even willing to assume that you only mean to take English language rights, even though that’s not what you’re saying.

Because what you’re saying is that as soon as Joe sends you his story, you own (not have an option on, but own) ALL print and electronic rights — serial, anthology, e-book, webzine, arguably audio, everything — immediately, in ALL languages, EVERYWHERE. Do your homework; the big kids don’t play this way. Assuming this would even hold up in court, this is an outrageous rights grab that only a clueless newbie writer would submit to. And it’s an outrageous rights grab that only a publisher who’s a blatant predator or a clueless newbie would attempt.

I’m willing to be generous and bet you’re just clueless. Making yourself look this clueless, though, when you’re trying to get experienced writers to submit their work to you is a bad idea. Don’t do it. Learn how things are done and what the customary practices are in this business, then ask people to trust you with their fiction and their money.

Unless of course you actually are a blatant predator and are hoping clueless newbies will fall for your trick.

[Just FYI, your antho theme looked interesting. I'm not touching it, though, nor am I linking to it.]

Angie

July Stuff (and a bit of early August)

Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011

Writing: 7627 words — 2 pts. [sigh]
Editing: 41,093 words — 8 pts.
Submissions: 5 pts.
TOTAL: 15 pts.

Still want more writing, although what I did was all in the last two weeks, after I had enough focus to get back to it. If I could do twice that next month, I’d be pretty happy. [crossed fingers]

And I just want to note that it’s pretty darned annoying to go over a WIP for like the fourth time and still be finding typos and glitches and WTF bits. [headdesk] I think they spawn on their own when I’m not looking.

Edging over into August stuff, I had my first root canal yesterday (Tuesday) and… it wasn’t too bad. The doctor doing them is a root canal specialist; it’s all he does, so it makes sense he’d be good at it. I spent most of the next twenty-four hours unconscious, which I did with the deep cleanings too; I’m blaming that on the drugs. Yay drugs!

My book A Hidden Magic is one of the Books of the Month over on the Goodreads M/M Romance group this month. It’s basically an excuse for the group to read and discuss. You have to be a member of M/M Romance to join in, but if you’re able I hope you’ll come chat.

Also, today is my birthday, yay! I’m forty-eight, which is a pretty cool number — even four times over. :D

Angie

Finally Back to Writing

Monday, July 25th, 2011

After way too much time caught up in doctors and dentists and meds and side-effects and more meds and pain and sick and just about anything else the world could think of to dump on me in far too short a time, I’m finally crawling out from under most of it and getting back to writing, yay.

I passed page 100 on Emerging Magic, the novel-length sequel to A Hidden Magic; I left off yesterday with a wrap on Chapter 15, which was page 102. (These are single-space pages, BTW, because that’s what my publisher wants.) For comparison, HM was 163 manuscript pages and 22 chapters long. I’m sure at this point that EM is going to be longer; I think I’m about half way through at this point, or maybe 60%, somewhere in there. Note that I have a very sucky record of predicting these things in advance, though, so who knows?

For whatever reason, there’s something extra-cool about passing into triple-digits, pagewise. I’m sure it’d be less cool if I were doing the traditiona double-spaced pages (probably about half as cool, actually) but I haven’t written very many things that got to triple-digits with single spacing, so yay.

Hopefully I’m not jinxing myself by posting about this. :D

I hope everyone else is well and that the words are flowing.

Angie

June Stuff

Sunday, July 3rd, 2011

I’m taking June as my month off for the Koala Challenge, because I did squat last month. :/ I did a bit of writing, and submitted a few stories, but all around it was kind of a blah month, and then the end was sucked up in other things.

I’ve been watching my blood pressure, and it looks like it’s definitely gone up. No clue why; I’ve been heavier than I am now with a normal BP, but I suppose age and such are piling on. My doctor gave me some medication for that. At the same visit, she gave me another medication for my edema; it was the same one I was taking before that didn’t do anything, but this time we’re trying twice the dosage.

I haven’t actually been swelling up anymore since I got that under control — meaning since I started spending twenty-two hours per day with my feet elevated — but I want to get off my laptop and back to my desktop full time. I want a mouse. I want my desk with all the stuff on it. I want my computer room, with its books and software and such. The laptop works, in a hands-on-keyboard sort of way, but with just a TV tray to put Stuff on, there’s no way I can keep all the things I need around me on a daily basis there. Plus I really want a mouse. So, back to the meds, to see if I can get back to the desktop at least half of the time.

That was a Thursday. I started taking the new meds Friday morning. Saturday Jim and I went downtown to a concert — Carmina Burana, or most of it anyway, and the music was great. This was the second time I’ve seen it performed live, and the guy who sings the Swan Song solo always hams it up royally, which is a great giggle. The chorus was awesome, and the other two soloists, and the Seattle symphony is excellent. Unfortunately we were in a box with the front barrier way too close to the front of the seats. My bad knee doesn’t like being forcibly bent for very long. I was encroaching into my husband’s leg room next to me (of which he was wonderfully tolerant) but it wasn’t enough. The next morning my bad knee was much worse; I had a hard time just getting around. In a three-story townhouse where there’s often at least one flight of stairs between me and what I need, this is an issue. :/

Then the next day, I started having stomach trouble. It was like I had a big rock in my belly, and I had some rough times over the next few days. By Thursday night, I felt bad enough that I called the advice nurse on our insurance plan. She said that both the medications I’d started taking recently had side effects like this, so apparently I was getting it from both sides. [headdesk] She suggested I call my doctor’s office even though it was closed, because they probably had someone taking after-hours calls. I did, and got a nurse, who passed my info on to the physician on call, who wasn’t my doctor and wasn’t there on site, and — after the nurse relayed a message to me — was reluctant to actually say anything to someone else’s patient (then why do they have this service? [headdesk again]) but he said I should discontinue the first of the two meds and see my regular doctor. I stopped taking the one pill the next morning as advised; I have an appointment to see my regular doctor on Thursday anyway, so unless I get worse I’ll just keep that one.

It’s been three days that I’ve been off this one pill, and I now feel like I only have a medium-size rock in my stomach. [wry smile] My doctor gave me some nausea pills back when, and I’ve been going through them like crazy, but whatever works, right? Hopefully my doctor can find something to sub out for the other med that won’t twist my guts.

My knee’s been getting a bit better too, slowly. Looking back at what was going on, I’m not sure what happened with that. At first I thought it was two hours of cramping it up, but this seems excessive; it’s been over a week now, and usually it only takes a few hours max to get over that kind of issue. Both of my new meds are diuretics; I’m wondering whether the knee problem is actually an issue with too much liquid getting sucked out of the pads between the joint bones? Or maybe a combination? Too many variables at once — my inner scientist is Not Pleased. :P

In other news, there’ve been explosions going off around our house all week. The spousal unit exercised his Google Fu and found that the Indian reservations can sell fireworks legally. I think that’s cool; I grew up with home fireworks and have missed them in recent years. Unfortunately, someone was selling sticks of dynamite — whole, half and quarter — as home fireworks. O_O Umm, yeah, that’s a bit too much even for me. It sounds like some of the folks in the neighborhood think it’s an awesome idea, though. [wince] Hopefully that part of it at least will die down after tomorrow. Umm, later today.

Other than that, not much going on. Although I’ve figured out that in Seattle, summer is the season when it only rains half the day. :P Not that I’ve been out in it much, but it’s weird hearing frequent rain on the windows in June. And July. [blinkblink]

Have a great Fourth everyone, whether it’s a holiday for you or not. :D

Angie

May Stuff

Monday, June 6th, 2011

Zoned on this earlier in the month. [duck]

6 Submissions = 6pts
7820 words written = 2pts (Arrgh!)
TOTAL = 8 points

Koala 8

Bother, I missed Approved for the first time this year, and by 180 freaking words! At least the amount I missed another point by was in the triple digits this month. :P

Still not happy with my writing totals, but I have a couple of stories I’m fairly close to finishing, around attempts to flog Paul and Rory back to work.

Jim and I only travel a few times a year, but two of them were in May this year — the cruise early in the month, and BayCon at the end. I spent a few hours very early Memorial Day morning in an ER in San Jose (or maybe Santa Clara, I honestly wasn’t paying that much attention), having gotten sick again about 2.5 days after the flight down there. This has been happening pretty much every time we fly somewhere for almost a year now, and I’ve been coming up with all sorts of theories about what might be going on, none of which have suggested solutions. The ER doctor watched me staying rock-still while he talked to me and examined me, holding on to the bed rails and keeping my head perfectly still. I’d been sick since about 3am and moving makes nausea worse, even just turning my head. I told him about the travel thing, and he thinks it’s the pressure changes in flying, that something is going squirrely in my inner ear during descent, and 2-3 days later it goes sproing! and I get a nasty case of positional vertigo, with massive nausea. I got some good drugs in my IV and was fine in the cab on the way back to the hotel. He gave me a prescription for what turned out to be generic bonine.

This is pretty awesome. If he’s right about what the problem is, and if the bonine works, then I’m basically cured. We’re going to WorldCon in Reno in August, and I’ll take the bonine for five days or so after the flight out. If I don’t get sick, then I’ll be celebrating; bonine is cheap and OTC, so if that works then the problem is fixed, yay. Keeping a set of virtual fingers crossed for that one.

I can’t believe it’s June! It’s still cold up in Seattle! :(

Angie, still in sweatpants

Characters, Relationships and Social Objects

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011

One of the main complaints that go around about romances is that the reader doesn’t buy into the relationship. People complain about “instalove,” basically a modern term for Love At First Sight, which — if you step out of the romance-glow and think about it — really doesn’t make any sense at all. Lust at first sight, sure. Infatuation (which feels exactly like love from the inside) at first sight, sure. But not actual love. Too many romance writers show their characters having boatloads of awesome sex and figure that’s enough to communicate to the reader that they’re In Love, but it doesn’t actually work very well.

This applies to other kinds of relationships too. If your characters are friends, the reader wants to know why. What’s the friendship based on? What holds it together? When these family members get together, do they really enjoy one another’s company, or is it just duty visits and birthday cards?

Hugh MacLeod, a well-known cartoonist I’d never heard of before (thanks to Passive Guy for linking to him) talks a lot about social objects, the things (physical or conceptual or whatever) that link people together socially.

He says:

The Social Object, in a nutshell, is the reason two people are talking to each other, as opposed to talking to somebody else. Human beings are social animals. We like to socialize. But if [you] think about it, there needs to be a reason for it to happen in the first place. That reason, that “node” in the social network, is what we call the Social Object.

He goes on to give some examples:

Example A. You and your friend, Joe like to go bowling every Tuesday. The bowling is the Social Object.

Example B. You and your friend, Lee are huge Star Wars fans. You two invariably geek out about Darth Vader and X-Wing fighters every time you meet. Star Wars is the Social Object.

Example C. You’ve popped into your local bar for a drink after work. At the bar there’s some random dude, sending a text on this neat-looking cellphone. So you go up to him and ask him about the phone. The random dude just LOVES his new phone, so has no trouble with telling a stranger about his new phone for hours on end. Next thing you know, you two are hitting it off and you offer to buy him a beer. You spend the rest of the next hour geeking out about the new phone, till it’s time for you to leave and go meet your wife for dinner. The cellphone was the social object.

There are more, but you get the idea.

Hugh’s mainly talking about social objects in the context of marketing, but I think they apply to characterization too. What are your protag’s favorite social objects? What topic or thing will draw him or her into a discussion or activity, will make another person seem interesting or worth engaging, whether they agree or are having a good argument or are arch rivals? The subject of their interaction, whether it’s something they like to geek out over, something they both support, or something they fight over bitterly, is a social object.

I’ve seen plenty of characters who don’t seem to have many social objects, which can be particularly problematic if relationships (friendly, family, romance, business, whatever) are important to the story. (This means all romance books; the primaries in a romantic relationship had better have a few social objects in common — aside from great boinking — by the end of the story or there are plenty of readers who aren’t going to believe in their HEA.)

Say Joe and Bob meet in college. They bond over their mutual hatred for the head of the French department, whose hard-ass views and rules, which she forces upon all the French teachers*, make it a lot harder for students to succeed. Joe and Bob also have a favorite eat/study table they share in the campus center, and they’re both discus throwers on the college’s track team. They’re best buddies, yay.

What do they do after they graduate? The French department is now irrelevant, they’re not eating or studying at their favorite table anymore (and don’t have studying or assignments to collaborate on or help each other with), and discus isn’t exactly a popular passtime for people who aren’t active on competitive teams. What social objects do they share now? If the author’s answer is “…?” then pretty soon it won’t be believable that Joe and Bob have remained friends. I just started thinking about relationships in these terms, but it seems to me that a lack of social objects in common is probably one of the main reasons people who used to be close drift away and their friendship fades.

Ever notice how seldom you stay in touch with your old coworkers when you leave a job? That’s a lack of social objects. If all you ever talked about was work related — if “work and associated subjects” was your only social object in common — then once you no longer work at the same place, you don’t have any social objects to anchor your conversations and interests anymore.

Shared past experiences can be social objects — that’s often most of the glue that holds family members together despite different interests — but it doesn’t hold up under daily use. It’s easy to anchor two or three conversations per year on twenty years’ worth of shared experiences, but if you and your brother see each other once a week, you’re both going to get tired of the repetition after a while, unless you have other things in common.

My brother and I visit two to four times a year, and talk on the phone maybe half a dozen times. We share news about our relationships, talk about working out (which he does a lot more than I do), he talks about his job and I talk about my writing, and we both talk about our mother. For a dozen or so conversations per year, we have enough social objects that hold both our interest. (Note that “our non-similar occupations” are a sort of reciprocal pair of social objects — I’m not that interested in retail management and he’s probably not that interested in writing and publishing, but up to a certain point each of us is interested in what the other is doing, because it’s a brother/sister thing. That wouldn’t work for a weekly or daily conversation, but for our level of communication we’re both willing to swap listening time. There probably is (or if not, there should be) a special social object term for that kind of reciprocity between people who care about one another enough to be interested in Object X in a limited way only because it’s an interest of the other person. [ponder]

But your characters who are best buddies from college need strong social objects in common post-graduation if they’re going to believably be best buddies in the now of your story, ten or fifteen or twenty years later. They can only rehash college so many times before they’re going to bore one another to death. And your romantic couple who got together while fleeing a deadly ninja mercenary squad who’d been hired to kill a pair of drug dealers who’d run off with their supplier’s money, and for whom the ninjas (or possibly the supplier) mistook your couple are going to need some significant social objects to keep them together once the excitement of dodging death is over and done with. (And no, great boinking is not enough. Even reminiscing about that awesome time they did some really great boinking while hanging by their knees from the rafters of an abandoned warehouse, struggling to stay silent while the ninja hit squad searched for them forty feet below, isn’t going to take them to their 20th anniversary, despite the fact that it’s probably a pretty incredible memory. [cough])

Figuring out each major character’s favorite social objects, and exactly which ones they have in common with their friends or others they’re close to, and maybe which new ones they’re going to be drawn to during the course of the story, sounds like a great exercise for establishing how each pair of characters connects with one another and what maintains their relationship, whatever it might be.

Angie

*Seriously, I only took one French class in college because the department head was an idiot and a martinet. She chose a textbook all the first-year classes had to use that emphasized memorizing dialogues over actually learning grammar, and refused to let the French teachers let the students keep corrected exam papers. Graded exams were passed out, students could ask questions, then the teacher collected and kept them. Everyone gets that language is cumulative, and that you might want to study previous exams when prepping for the next one, but the only way students could do that at my school was to go into their teacher’s office during office hours and study there. Ummm, yeah. :/ I took one quarter of French and then ditched it, because the learning environment was ridiculous. [sigh]

Note, however, that I’m no longer in contact with any of my fellow students who hated it as much as I did. :P

April Stuff

Sunday, May 1st, 2011

Submissions 6 = 6 pts
Writing 8096 = 3 pts
TOTAL = 9 pts

Koala Challenge 9

Massive suck in the writing, balanced by a nice number of submissions. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever done more submissions in any one month before, ever. So that’s something. :/

The story I submitted to Sword and Sorceress is being held, so two of my fingers are occupied in a perpetually crossed state until after the mid-May deadline. :) Hopefully good news next month.

You know, I was saying last night in e-mail to a writer friend that I very often find myself scrambling in the last day or two of the month to do enough writing (or occasionally a last minute submission, if I have a story that needs to go out that hasn’t already been sent) to make it up to Koala Approves, to get that ninth point. (Or eighth and ninth. Or sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth. [cough]) So I’m pushing myself for that last day or two, but it’s not like I’m pushing myself that hard the previous twenty-eight days in the month. :P I have a feeling that if it took twelve or fifteen points to get to Approves, I’d push hard to do that, and would probably get more writing done.

Of course, if I suggested to McKoala that she increase the requirements for Approval, all the other writers in the challenge would carpool to my house and bludgeon me to death. [hides under keyboard]

Angie