October 18th, 2004

bear by san

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Neat learning preference tool over here--


It tells us that ebear is:

* Visual: 9
* Aural: 11
* Read/Write: 11
* Kinesthetic: 10

You have a multimodal (VARK) learning preference.

We're shocked by this, cpolk. Shocked! Actually, I suspect that I'm a little more strongly kinesthetic than that, because my usual learning mode is to sit blankly while something is explained to me, go away, play with it, fail, walk away in frustration, read up a little, come back, figure out more or less how it works, ask somebody who knows smething some questions, play with it some more, and only then start to understand the theory behind it.

This is very frustrating for everybody concerned when I try to get a friend like netcurmudgeon to teach me something, as he's a theory-first-practical-aps-next kinda guy. And I suspect it makes me a resoundingly crappy instructor for just about anybody, since my teaching technique is either to answer questions while the other person pokes at whatever the task is, or to try to *show* them how it *should* work, and expect them to be able to figure it out from there.

Which ties into one of my bigger weaknesses--and greater strengths--as a writer; I'm an almost exclusively intuitive thinker. This whole linear thing? So not happening for me. Which is a weakness, because sometimes I leave readers in the bushes, but a strength, because it allows me to hyper-condense my narrative, without all that reliance on actually, you know, bothering with all that nasty connective tissue in between nuggets of plot.

So for me, a second draft is a first draft plus 15%--the exact opposite o' Stephen King's famous dictum that a second draft is a first draft minus 15%.

Which just goes to prove (again) that there's no right way to do this writing thing--just a lot of different techniques and angles of attack.

And as a complete aside--

It took Chiana this long to figure out that they were cursed?
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bear by san

Who, me, compulsive?

You know I wanted to be a spaceman
That's what I wanted to be
But now that I am a spaceman
Nobody cares about me

Say, hey! You mother earth
You better bring me back down
I've taken just as much as I can
But around and around and around and around
Is the problem of a spaceman

--Harry Nilsson, "Spaceman"

If I were the sort of person who did vids, I would so do such a funny, funny Farscape vid to that song. And another one to Blondie's "One Way Or Another" (the first season Farscape theme music actually bears a striking resemblance to the guitar riff of this song). I can actually figure out what I'd use for clips, even--enough so that I'm almost tempted to try to learn, as part of my attempt to completely waste time away from writing for as long as my guilt gorilla, the suckmonkey, and the thought baboons at bay and let my brain drain out enough to actually be smart and happy and creative about writing the damned novel instead of doing it reflexively, compulsively, like a vampire counting grains of wheat scattered on the kitchen floor until the damned sun comes up and zorches me. (I also think Blondie's "Call Me" could make a pretty good Man from UNCLE vid--all those really amusing chatting-on-the-communicators sequences would be fun to intercut).

I have that problem where my brain is compulsively busy. It's not so much a short sttention span, because I can go into hack mode for hours on end, look up from writing, and realize it's tomorrow and the dogs are picketing for dinner, as the fact that I don't seem to have an option for "idle." My tolerance for passive/visual entertainment tops out at about four hours a week, and I have a hell of a time paying attention to most books for longer than an hour at a stretch. So when I'm not writing, I have to find other things to make, or I go nuts pacing the cage.

There's nobody here in Vegas that I can cook elaborate meals for, and I am *not* a visual artist... so I find myself playing around in Photoshop a hell of a lot. This, another shiny new icon....

Why, yes, I am compulsive.
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