May 22nd, 2005

bear by san

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Pursuant to the Ender's Game morality conversation, here's a link to a blog entry discussing percieved warmongering in John Scalzi's Old Man's War, and John's response.

There really is no point at all in trying to control the reader. It's like riding a horse; you may have the reins, but he's a hell of a lot bigger than you, and if he really wants you gone, he just has to fall on you.

More precisely, I know there are writers who write from an agenda--what kateelliott mentioned in comments and truepenny expounded upon at length as the metaphor of writing-as-rape. They write fiction to convince, rather than to question. Being more of the questioning sort myself, I find it amusing when somebody tells me that the purpose of my writing is to instruct, and annoying when they try to instruct me via fiction.

I usually start, thematically, from a question I don't have an answer to, and then try to attack it from as many sides as possible. Which probably displeases everybody, but hey, it's how my brain works. Born to straddle fences. And keep your dirty thoughts to yourself.

In other writerly pondering, kateelliott: When Good Scenes Go Bad. I'm a big fan of #5, personally, also known as "send in a man with a gun."

And then to work, although the cat on my mousepad says "go back to bed."

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She got things back to front and sideways, wore her sleeve upon her heart

kajafoglio and philfoglio have livejournals (and yes, I am always the last to know these things). Excuse the quiet geeky fangirl worship in the corner.

Also, on the writer topics, here's Kaja on "Writing your Own work."

Progress notes for 22 May 2005:

Whiskey & Water

New Words: 2,642
Total Words: 89162 / 100,000
Pages: 400

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
100,000 / 160,000
Reason for stopping: bedtime, and plane tomorrow
Mammalian Assistance: various
Stimulants: slivovitz
Exercise: gothercise!
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: Polichinelle, Addams, arrases
Tyop du jour: resplendent in his gaudy goat
Darling du jour: Sword cleared sheath in the same gesture that left him on one knee, head bowed, the blade laid flat on the stones beside her feet.
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver;
Interesting research tidbits of the day: rapier carriers and frogs
Other writing-related work: none

Caesar never got them back,
Because they killed his ass in the second act.

I really love that line. Much more than I should.

Off to visit truepenny and eventually attend WisCon on the morrow. Further updates as time and the Recalcitrant Laptop permit.
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