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Michele Bachmann, Nanowrimo Novel Writing, Practical Mathematics

November 10, 2010

Insisting on Credibility?

One of my hardest obstacles in writing fiction is credibility.  I get completely mired in questions of believability.    (You should have seen how I suffered over the talking dog in one book, till Pearl, my bichon, assured me that it really was okay.)

I have to constantly remind myself that I’m writing a story; that, in other words, it needs drama, to re-adjust the normal daily percentages of humdrum and startling.

I am trying to get over this tendency in my current nanowrimo novel.  (Why, for example, have one of my protagonists just leave a sketchy boyfriend, if, on the way to the door, he can grab her and tie her up?)

(Sigh, It’s hard.)  In the last couple of days, however, I’ve encountered a new teacher:  Michele Bachmann!

Obama’s trip to India, she proclaims, wild- and wide-eyed, is costing taxpayers $200 million a day!  (Maybe, she goes on, he should consider videoconferencing.)

I wondered how she could believe what she was saying.  But then it occurred to me that rather than illustrating the art of fiction, Bachmann might truly be an illustration of the deterioration in practical mathematics.

Which brings me to my  father-in-law;  he is about to be 100 years old.  One of his many admirable qualities is a strong grasp of the mathematical properties of the physical world–he is an incredible judge of distances, surface areas, cubic footage, weight, density, and all the combinations of the above.  When he says 120 square feet or 13 fluid ounces, he knows exactly what he’s talking about.  Part of his skill at estimation results from growing up in a time where this kind of physical understanding was included in one’s education, part may result from a preternatural cleverness–whatever the reason, the ability to make reliable estimates seems to have declined in the modern world (and not just among contractors.)   This decline has in turn led to a gullibility about numbers.  People who don’t bother, or can’t, estimate realistically, readily accept all kinds of crazy figures.

And now we have Michele Bachmann!  Mistress of the Art of fiction?  Drama queen?  Mathematical nitwit?

Legally Blonde- Legally Brunette? Palin and Popular Culture

November 7, 2010

Legally Brunette?

Taking a brief break from Nanowrimo with some thoughts re the mid-term election and the seeming ascendency of Sarah Palin.   (I say, seeming ascendency because the failure of Palin-picks, Joe Miller in Alaska, Sharron Angle in Nevada, and Christine O’Donnell in Delaware, would indicate some question about Palin’s  influence.)

Commentators have given all kinds of reasons for the “tsunami” of Republican/Tea Party victories: Obama’s failure to communicate, resistance to health care legislation, a still-faltering economy.

To me, part of the appeal of Palin and certain Republicans, and the corresponding disaffection from Obama, comes from the popularity of a “Legally Blonde” approach to the world; the triumph of the cutesy outsider over the elitist professorial.

Now I liked Legally Blonde as much as the next person.  (As an unlikely blonde female matriculant at an Ivy League law school, who roomed with a top-notch though even more unlikely blonde female matriculant, I probably liked the movie even more than the next person.)

But the movie’s immediate lessons that (i) a thorough knowledge of hair care, (ii) shoes, and (iii) sassy toe-tapping combined with (iv) a fervant belief in one’s client/cause are sure tools not only to success but to justice should not, in my view, be taken as perfect paradigms for modern governance.

Of course, good hair helps everything.   (I say this as a person who does not have it.  Thankfully, unlike certain politicians, a/k/a/ John Edwards, I don’t obsess over it. )

But there is a big tendency in popular culture to label any deliberate thoughtfulness, balancing and expertise, as narcissim, obfuscation, and venal elitism.  Such qualities are only truly acceptable in the fictional world if they are coupled with a great body or a hyperbolic ability to inflict corner-cutting violence; see e.g. Lizbeth Salander, Bones, Robert Downey as Sherlock Holmes, any of a whole host of movies I’ve not actually seen (due to my dislike of violence.)

To be fair to “Legally Blonde”, the movie does show Belle balancing big books on her stairmaster, but what ultimately saves the day is her knowledge of permanent waves and, oh yes, Pradas.

Great for the silver screen.

Working on Lappup…errr…

November 5, 2010

Working with....Lappup

Nano-Update – Falling Victim To The Martyred Selves

November 5, 2010

Falling Victim To the Martyred Self

Over 11,000 words and I don’t have a super clear story yet, though I have a (sort of) direction, and a sense of viable characters.

Needless to say that a lot of the first 10,000 words have not involved these characters.  The primary characters in those beginning forays were martyred versions of myself.  Even as I was writing about those saintly victims, I knew I could probably not use them.  It’s not just that self-pity seems kind of self-indulgent in print; martyred versions of one’s self tend to be very passive, i.e. because they are victims, they don’t tend to do much; people are just mean to them and they sigh.  Little happens.

All those words, however, did make me think of writing about a time, a place, and an activity that I would never have come up with on my own.  Now, the problem is carrying out.  I’ve only truly begun and already I’m getting tired.   Writing does require a certain energy, and I find that that energy gets dampened by a day at the office.  It takes a considerable amount of dancing, (this is where a huge, but very inexpensive, Fred Astaire album on iTunes comes in handy) to build it up again, and so, by the time I start writing, it is very late at night, if not early in the morning.   (All that web-surfing is also a big drain.)

Okay, okay, more self-pity!  I’m sorry!   (Self-pity also generates a certain kind of energy!!!!)

Glad for the week-end.

Nanowrimo–Never Enough Time At The Computer

November 4, 2010

 

Especially If You Have To Share

Nanowrimo – Morning Update – What next?

November 4, 2010

 

Pearl More Enthusiastic Than I am

I’m past 10,000 words and still hoping that my unconscious will supply a story line –you know, one of those things with beginning, middle, and end.  As it is, scenes shift, and something happens inbetween the shifts (the unwritten part), but little in the scenes themselves.  Is it all going to be background?  Random moods?

Granted, my focus has been very mixed.   I just have to hope that my unconscious works best when no one (i.e. me) is watching it too closely.

I don’t truly believe that this is the way interesting novels are written.   I’m a planner.  But then I tell myself to just try.    What do I have to lose?  Why not?  Who cares?   What the F?   Etc. etc. etc.

I’m concerned that all these questions are really a cover for….what’s next?

Pearl Gets Thoughtful About Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month)

November 3, 2010

Pearl Gets Thoughtful About Nanowrimo

Blogging Brazen? Showing Drafts Daft? Nanowrimo/Blog Quandary

October 31, 2010

Posting a Brazen Act?

Still trying to figure out how to handle this blog during November, National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo.)

As any regular follower must perceive, I am a person of routine inconsistency.  That is, I post pretty much every day (that’s the routine part), but the posts are all over the map, in terms of content and quality (there’s the you-know-what).

I’ve stuck to daily postings (despite the stress) because the commitment helps me to bypass some of the negative self-judgment that blocks any writer.  (If you publish every day, you can’t worry if your writing is worthwhile.  You just do what you can.)

Nanowrimo works on some of the same concepts; once you decide to do it, you simply have to hurry up and do it.

The problem for someone like me (who is lucky enough to also have a paying job!) is that two such driven activities are a bit much to conduct simultaneously.

Here are my choices:

  1. Let the blog go for a month.  (A relief to followers, perhaps.)
  2. Forget about Nanowrimo this year, as I did last year.  (A relief to myself.  I really don’t have a clue about what novel I might write.)
  3. Try to post something pre-written on the blog while doing Nanowrimo on the side.

I have been planning to opt for number 3, posting an old Nanowrimo novel called Nose Dive.

Nose Dive is a teen novel, and yes, a bit embarrassing.  I chose the story because it was silly and fun enough that I could write the initial draft quite quickly.  However, the same silly/fun factor has made the novel hard to satisfactorily revise.

The question of posting the draft Nose Dive now raises an interesting concern:  publicly showing one’s work (even as a blog) turns out to be an amazingly brazen activity.

When one publishes through a publisher there’s a shield of third-party endorsement.

When one self-publishes, or even just shows a piece to a friend, this shield is not available.  Given the rapidly-changing-to-avoid-demise-face of publishing, this is less of a source of embarrassment than it used to be.

Even so, a fairly high temperature blush arises simply from the fact that you are putting yourself on the line (even online).

And even though you say that your work is quick, rough, in draft form, there you are–risking criticism, ridicule, and (perhaps, worse) disinterest.

So.  (Confession.)  My concern is that if I (deep breath) post excerpts of Nose Dive, which is quick, rough, and (still) in draft form, I will feel so immediately regretful that I will have a hard time focusing on a new novel.

And yet, there’s that routine part of me, and that brazen part that has learned repeatedly–nothing ventured, nothing gained, and, more importantly (swallow) nobody’s perfect.

I guess, I’ll see what happens tomorrow (or later tonight.)

Hope you come back to check.

Still Sheepish on Halloween

October 30, 2010

Sheepish About Halloween

In honor of Halloween and under pressure due to the upcoming Nanowrimo (Novel Writing Month), I direct your attention to a post I wrote last year about my conflicted feelings about Halloween, and my all-time favorite homemade costume, depicted above–my daughter as a sheep.

As a side note, congratulations to Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert for bringing off their rally.  Congratulations to counter-terrorism operatives for finding Yemeni explosives.  Congratulations to all of us for getting through more than two years since the fall of Lehman Brothers and all that followed.

Happy Halloween.

New York Gubernatorial Debates–Madam, Muttonchops, MTA, Mess

October 18, 2010

 

New York A Mess, The MTA Worse--Holding Breath?

 

I got to watch (I should say, I made myself watch) the last half of the New York gubernatorial debate tonight.  Some of the “little” (i.e. lesser known) candidates were surprisingly interesting, including Jimmy McMillan who had by far the best facial hair (white mutton chops extending to mustache and beard), gloves, and party name: “The Rent Is Too Damn High Party”.   Kristin Davis, an ex-madam representing the Anti-Prohibition Party, was another favorite.   (She may have had the best line of the evening, calling career politicians, “the biggest whores in the State,” as she claimed that she was “the only person on the stage with the right experience to deal with them.”)

Charles Barron (of the Freedom Party), who appeared to be more of a professional pol than McMillan or Davis, seemed mainly there to needle Cuomo while not supporting Paladino.  Howie Hawkins (the Green Party) and Warren Redlich (Libertarian) came off as wonky but sincere and irritated with everyone.

Cuomo’s most memorable line (to me at least) was “Go Yankees!”, and Paladino’s (when asked to give a yes or no answer as to whether he believed in gay marriage) was:  “Gay marriage is an issue; it’s very important to the people….”

What was reassuring was that there was, at least from the lesser known candidates, a bit of candor, difference, eccentricity. ( This is New York, after all, a place where even middle class people traditionally have openly collectws their furniture from used stuff set out upon the street–it’s awful to think that it’s gone completely slick. )  The lines of the lesser known candidates were practiced–Ms. Davis seemed tied to a pad, Mr. McMillan a litany–but not their positions.  Davis and McMillan, like the Libertarian Redlich and the Green Party Hawkins, seemed to try to convince the audience of the rightness of their views, but not to camouflauge them as universally appealing.

Cuomo was, as leader, painfully careful–even the references to New York’s glorious political past (presumably when his father was in office) seemed calculated to gain points while also maintaining absolute deniability.

Paladino was a bit more willing to be himself, but his self is, well… worrisome.

What was heartening (in a way) is that everyone agreed that New York was a mess right now: that corruption had to end; the schools improved; the MTA, specifically, disemboweled.

We’ll see what happens.   (I won’t hold my breath.)