NaNoWriMo.

I remember prattling on about this annual scrum last year. Not sure if I offered the same advice I'm about to share, but here goes:

What writers really need is a NaNoREADMo.

How many of the would-be novelists toiling away out there are going to also read a book in the month of November? Probably only a few, since they're spending every available moment desperately trying to shovel words into their laptops. But what about next month?

We need a month, a long month with not much else going on, in which writers vow to spend as many hours reading as they did in their NaNoWriMo efforts.

How about March? Half the country is defrosting, football season is over, and Easter candy is available in fifty-gallon drums. All the conditions you need for reading pleasure.

Buy a stack of books. Or go to the library. Read. Fill your head with some new words. With luck they'll still be there waiting when November rolls around.

March, 2011. NaNoReadMo FTW.

Education?

There's a thread over on the AbsoluteWrite boards about the appropriate education for a writer. Do you need a college degree? A graduate degree? There are arguments to be made on every side, and I myself have a semi-useless Master's degree in screenwriting. Okay, I'll say that what I learned at UCLA about story structure is pretty darn valuable, but the chances I'll ever be a screenwriter are vanishingly small. I just wish someone had told me that before I enrolled. And if you want to write science fiction, I'd suggest you get a solid science education somehow.

Anyway, here is the answer I gave to the original question:

"You need to be intelligent, experienced, talented, dedicated, and well-read. Of these, well-read is the rarest, dedicated is the most common, intelligent is the most important, talented is the least important, and experienced is the most interesting.

"How you get there is up to you."

Some Good Writing.

It exists in unexpected places. Here is a good writer who also happens to be an airline pilot:

http://flightlevel390.blogspot.com/

Specifically...

Okay, I thought I could leave it alone. Turns out I couldn't.

Male writers, attention please. Females, if you're going to do this, stop, but you usually don't...

If your female main character married the nice guy out of college, having failed in earlier, happier times to seduce his Totally Hot Roommate, DO NOT have her climb into bed with said Hot Roommate years later when her marriage is shaky and she's sliding into middle age.

ESPECIALLY don't do it when she is exactly my age.

Just sayin'.

Sometimes...

...When the critics say a book's characters are "amazingly true to life!" what they mean is "everything these stiffs do is utterly predictable." Except of course this writer is a favorite of the critics, so they would never say that.

I've only made it through the first two hundred pages, it must be said. Wonderful surprises may lie ahead.

This One Makes You Taller.

Last post was about the small, so now on to the large. Large ideas, that is. Life under the Big Top. The hard part is erecting the tent when it's just the one of you.

I worry about that last sentence. I trust Christine O'Donnell doesn't read this blog.

Onward. I offer an idea that has recently presented itself: the danger that comes when the majority in a society starts feeling persecuted. When they begin to imagine that "those people" are going to destroy them, whether literally or figuratively. It can get dangerous for those in the minority. If you're thinking of Germany in the early thirties, you see what I'm on about. And if you see it again today, I also think you're right.

I don't know where we go from here, but I hope everyone goes to vote.

Just a thought.

Look How Small...

I've touched on this before. But I am reminded...

I'm reading the newest book by a writer singled out some years ago as the new Golden Boy of literature. As near as I can tell, it's because he can write well and also has very good hair and excellent eyeglasses. The writing well part is the most important, of course.

So, the latest book. Very good. Really moves along, mostly because I'm listening to it in the car (1 1/2 town days and a couple of trips to Foodland), and it does seem to roll by at a steady, cruise-control-regulated fifty miles an hour. Hey, you try living on a small island. And it's good. Really. It's good.

And I'm reasonably sure something will eventually happen. Something was inferred in the first paragraph. That was a couple of hours ago. So somewhere in the next thirty-odd hours something will happen. And until it does, I shall enjoy the really very good writing.

Written in response to a criticism of a young writer for having a fixation on sex and violence in his writing. Surely some doesn't hurt....