December 1st, 2004

bear by san

Link Salad (jig to the above)

First: It is World AIDS Day. HIV is an issue for everyone.

(via supergee) New Social Security Plan Allows Workers To Put Portion of Earnings on Favorite Team. Via the Onion, still America's best source for news.

pecunium talks about a CBS/UPN decision not to air ads for the United Church of Christ because they are "too inclusive."

In part, pecunium says, The executive branch is against gay marriage, so a church which is for inclusion, and makes a very quiet ad about it (if you blink the reference to gays will slip right past you) is told it's too controversial.

I am becoming more nervous every day.


You and me both, Terry.

(And if you're not reading his journal, you should be.)

Sisyphus Shrugged has it too.

In other news, South Africa's Supreme Court rules in favor of same-sex marriage. ...in principle, same-sex marriages could now be recognised but various statutory stumbling blocks, which regulated marriage, still had to be sorted out.



Meanwhile, in a reversal of three decades of government policy that protected all wild horses, a provision appended to an omnibus spending bill by Montana Senator Conrad Burns last weekend would allow wild horses rounded up by the BLM to be slaughtered, rather than offered for adoption.

So I woke up this morning, Ukraine was a bastion of democracy, South Africa was a beacon of civil rights, Arlen Specter was under fire for his liberalism, and Spock's goatee is filling in nicely.

And as a slight remedy to the above, Dr. Fun offers The Tiniest Turducken. I'm a geek. I snarfed. I'm not too proud to admit it.
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bear by san

Novel as Tardis

"You will know when your novel is finished. You will feel like throwing up whenever you look at it."

- James Frey, in How To Write a Damn Good Novel.

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I have an article on "Freshness in Fantasy" up at new 'zine Reflection's Edge this month. Their layout has frogs.  Frogs!

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I've been thinking about endings. I love endings. I love writing them. I love it when they leave the reader a little wistful, a complex taste lingering on the tongue, the afterglow of a good wine. I like books that open at the end, rather than closing. I believe a good novel is one you can't hold in your hand--or your head--all at once. I believe a good book is a book with implications.

It's my experience that the problem with first novels (certainly the problem with *my* first novel, anyway) is that they don't have enough scope. They end at the edges of the book. They don't sprawl out into the writer's subconscious, and the real world, and take the reader there with them. They don't imply, or if they do, they only imply a little. They don't suggest in ways that the reader's subconscious can pick up on, expand into his 50% of the story, use to make a realized world in his head.

They are tidy. They don't interact.

I spent a good chunk of yesterday talking with cpolk about One-Eyed Jack, and that helped me ferret out a lot of what I need to fix on redraft. I'm a compulsive underwriter--I have to go back through my drafts and talk to first readers and see what my subconscious planted in there the first time through, what it just brushed over and left lying like a dinosaur bone in a quarry, that I can chisel out a bit so it's noticeable to those who come looking later. 

And it's this weird sort of balancing act, because a novel has to imply an entire world, without spidering off into enormous tensionkilling digressions and without seeming tidy, limited, constrained. Ideally, what you want is Tardislike--it seems compact until you walk inside.

There is so much more to this writing thing than just telling a story. And really, not much more to it at all.
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