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Dame for a Day: Anton Strout

Saturday, February 28th, 2009

Intro by Dame Jackie

Anton Strout, one of my fellows at the League of Reluctant Adults, is also one of the funniest and nicest people you’ll ever meet. (And I’m not just saying that because he bribed me with chocolate.) He’s the author of the Simon Canderous, Paranormal Investigator series. Simon is blessed–cursed?–with psychometry, the power to touch an object and divine information about its history. This, of course, made him a shark at the antique markets and led him to a life of crime. Fast forward. Now he’s a certified Good guy working at the Department of Extraordinary Affairs, in the Other Division. (You know how at jobs, you get the “Other Duties As Assigned” clause in your job description? Picture that, but with the supernatural. That’s what Simon investigates.) The first book, DEAD TO ME, hit the shelves last year. Anton’s latest, DEADER STILL, just lauched this week.

Ladies and gents, please say hello to Anton Strout!

What is appropriate appropriation?

By Anton Strout

First of all, I have to say that I’m thrilled to have been asked to be a Dame for a Day. Sure, the fishnets fit me a little tighter than most, but hey, let’s be honest… I’d be wearing them any given weekend, anyway.

So I’m sure many of you have followed the recent lengthy and involved cultural appropriation discussion in genre fiction. If not, I’m not here to rehash the specifics of it and frankly that’s what Google is for. Go look it up. I’ll wait.

*eats a Hot Pocket* (singing) Hot Pocketssss!

Oh, back so soon?  So yeah, that discussion… I’m a little sensitive on the subject of what is and isn’t appropriate for me to write ever since one reader called me out by saying that there were no ethnic characters in my Manhattan based urban fantasy series. Was I suddenly part of what the big hub-bub was?

In Dead To Me and Deader Still (on sale just this week!), my paranormal investigation agency is part of a large corporate office filled with red tape, but was that the only color in there? Not at all.  The Department of Extraordinary Affairs has always been a multicultural agency in my head. See, my day job happens to be in a large office in New York City and it never occurred to me that I had to point out to the world that of course an office in NYC is a multiethnic environment.

But do I feel a little odd about writing people from other cultures? If I’m honest, yeah, I do, but I don’t know why. There’s something inside me where I don’t feel entitled, that I’m somehow going to offend, and as a writer, this bothers the hell out of me.

I feel like I’m going to be the white guy who only writes about white guys doing white guy things. I dread the idea of that. It doesn’t make for realistic writing. What’s the line of what I can and can’t, should and shouldn’t, write?

For instance, I don’t have psychometric powers like Simon Canderous, my main character of the series (have I mentioned that book two, Deader Still, just went on sale?). Maybe it’s not appropriate for me to write about that, either….which then got me obsessing over every last person in my books. That’s  when I took my obsession to a whole new level.

Should I even be writing women in my books? I mean… I’m not one, last I checked. (I just checked again… still got my junk! Phew!)

What right do I have to write females? If I have a female character make a bad choice, am I suddenly going to be denounced as a sexist saying all women make bad choices? I don’t know about other writers, but I suspect we all hit these crazy levels of neuroses on a regular basis. These thoughts alone are enough to paralyze me with fear and keep me from writing. But with contracts looming, not writing isn’t an option.

Eventually, I came to the realization that I had to ignore these types of fears. The important thing was to do the same thing with all my characters, which is to make them believable. Which means no matter what race, creed or sex, all my characters are going to do things that sometimes walk the line of racism and sexism… because that’s real. But because I’m creating it (instead of, say, reporting it), I feel more responsible for everyone’s actions in the book at all times. But at the end of the day, everyone is human (even the non-humans) and fallible in a book. So sometimes my women do stereotypical things and sometimes it’s the men. It’s what keeps a book interesting. My only obligation is to put out a book that at the end of the day, I’m happy with, my mind ever vigilant to what is and isn’t offensive. At least, I hope so.

Anyway, just wanted to share just one of the many thoughts that goes through a writer’s head on a daily basis. It’s a wonder we ever get anything done, huh?

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to start writing my all-female blacksploitation fantasy novel now….

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Judgment, Rejection, And The Writer

Friday, February 27th, 2009

Dame Lili

Dame Lili

I am still thinking about that epublishing post, guys. It might be done next week, if I’m not in the wilds of Novel Revision Deathmarch. This Friday’s writing post is brought to you by Reader A. C., who wrote me last week with the question:

How do you shut off the fear of being judged? I feel like if I was to release my writing to the world I would wake up every night in a cold sweat thinking “Oh my god, people are reading what I wrote and judging me!”

Which is really a very good question. This is the single biggest block to a lot of writers submitting their work. A lot of the anxiety[1] stems from conflating judgment of your work with judgment and rejection of you. The rest comes from that old bugaboo, the Inner Critic.

Get used to it, because this never goes away. One’s method of dealing with it gets refined, but the anxiety over judgment and rejection is a Basic Human Fear, and it does not go away. We are cooperative creatures, and that anxiety over rejection is one component that helps us be cooperative instead of narrowly self-interested to a degree that would jeopardize our survival as a species. (I know this is a laughably simplistic view of a complex social-sciences issue. Bear with me.)

You as a writer will never get used to being rejected. At least, I never have, and no writer I’ve ever spoken to has. There’s always the heart-in-mouth panic when the agent doesn’t return a call, the nail-biting when the editor has the manuscript. Writing is something performed essentially in solitude–even if there are other people in the room, even if you are collaborating, there is still those moments of just you and the words on the page, and that’s IT. You have no measure of whether or not it’s good except your own, initially, and we are taught not to trust our own judgment on this level in a hundred little ways every day. The delayed-gratification aspect of writing–months or even years until something is accepted or sees print–pours fuel on the flames. Workshops and critique groups, well, we all know how I feel about those. Then there are reviews, and fan/hate mail, and that particular brand of hell known as bad Amazon reviews…

I struggle to think of a career that is more perfectly designed to turn a reasonably-adjusted human being into a f!cking neurotic. I really can’t think of one. (Politics doesn’t count; people are neurotics before they go into politics.)

We’ve got this anxiety. It’s not going to go away. So let’s pull an Einstein. Instead of trying to figure out why the speed of light is what it is, Einstein just took it as a constant and went on trying to answer questions around it. We all know the anxiety is there, so let’s talk about what to do about it.

My advice here basically boils down to three simple words.

Do it anyway.

If you want to be a writer, if you want to get published, you can’t afford to sit around wailing or to be crippled by that anxiety. Look, I can tell you the worst thing that’s going to happen. Brace yourself, it’s right here.

The worst thing that can happen is you get rejection slips. Everyone gets rejection slips. It’s a piece of paper with someone’s opinion on it. Big deal. So is the newspaper and a billboard. The opinion may be backed up by something, may not. But in the end it is only a piece of paper.

It is up to you to start a fire with it.

Slight side note: Yes, this piece of paper means you haven’t sold your work. If you’re lucky, it has a piece of personal feedback on it. There are stages to rejection just like everything else, and a personal note on a rejection letter is a step up. But a lot of writers shoot themselves in the foot by not taking those personal notes seriously. If an editor is sending out fifty rejection slips a day (and some do) a personal note is GOLD. It means they took time to go ABOVE AND BEYOND, and to tell you the thing that stopped them taking your story, or offered encouragement because you’re close but not quite there yet. Plenty of new writers don’t understand what a personal rejection note means and they get discouraged. It’s one of the last gates before acceptance.

All right, back on target. Here’s the thing: you have to find a way to make that anxiety a spur to be better. You have to find the way to turn the anxiety around so it’s working FOR you instead of bleeding off energy.

To be absolutely, honestly truthful…my way is sheer stubbornness. You don’t like it? You don’t? Well, I’m gonna show YOU! I’m gonna get so good, I’m gonna work so hard, that I’m gonna be able to laugh in your FACE! Yeah! HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES? It’s the same reflex that got me through my childhood, high school, boyfriends with quick tempers and quicker fists, and every other setback since. It’s getting knocked to the floor six times…and getting up seven, because you’re too stupid-dumb-stubborn to know when to quit.

It’s not elegant and it’s not pretty, but it gets me through the rejection-anxiety. Other writers use the anxiety in different ways, but always to bring themselves back to the page. The chances of getting something accepted for publication go up astronomically when you actually consistently produce work. They go up even more when you listen to the rejection and keep writing. They go up even more when you listen to the personalized rejection slips and keep writing.

Are you noting the theme here? The only way through this is to put your head down and keep writing. Find the way to put that anxiety in the traces to pull your plow. Otherwise, it will run around inside your head breaking dishes and making a nuisance of itself. Once you get it harnessed, once you figure out your way around it, it works as hard as the demon it is. But now it’s working for you instead of against you.

If there was an easier way, someone would have found it by now. That someone would be mega-rich and wouldn’t tell the secret anyway. So, we have to work with what we have.

And there’s a funny thing about the process of using the anxiety instead of letting it use you. The bravery or stubbornness or what-have-you that you find to get you through it starts cropping up in other areas of your life. Sooner or later it proves useful elsewhere.

If nothing else, that’s a reason to keep writing too.

I can’t give you a magic pill to make the anxiety go away. I can tell you that you’re not alone. And I can tell you something I learned in dance class. It’s easy to be invisible in dance class, because everyone else is so worried about where their hands and feet are, they’re not looking at how big your ass is.

In the end, someone judging you on your writing, or making personal statements about you on the strength (or not) of your writing, is only making a statement about themselves. (And not a nice one.) We’re all afraid of what we write “opening the kimono” and telling people about our fears, showing them the way to hurt us. This is not a reason to stop writing. This is even more of a reason to tell the truth, to find your way around that anxiety, and to shame the Devil, as the saying goes.

Nobody whose opinion you need to be worried about is going to judge you personally, the way you’re afraid of, on your writing. I can’t be any clearer than that. But the anxiety over if someone might is actually a gift. If you can find out how to harness it inside your head and make it work to get you on the page every day, to tell the truth and take your chances, to spit in the eye of Destiny and spin the roulette wheel…

…then, my friends, your success is only a matter of time.

Now go get it.

[1] I am using the word “anxiety” instead of fear because I believe it’s more precise. Fear is a survival mechanism. Anxiety is a social mechanism. I agree with Gavin de Becker that there is a huge difference.

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Purple Prose, Bodice Rippers and Trashy Books

Thursday, February 26th, 2009

by Dame Toni

 

 

 

 

 

Last night I was interviewing Emily Bryan on my TV show, So Many Books, and we discovered that the first romance novel we both read was The Wolf and the Dove, by Kathleen Woodiwiss. We recalled how enraptured we were with this, our first taste of the romance genre.  Woodiwiss’ early books are full of feisty heroines, brooding alpha males, adventure, sexual innuendo, dastardly villains, and exotic locations. At fourteen, I devoured them, imagining myself in the role of the virginal but curious young girl, swept away by the broad-chested, cleft-chinned rakehell who only needed the love of a good woman to save him.

       *Sigh.*

The topic came up because I had just started reading Emily’s most recent book in preparation for the show.  It’s called Cover ImageVexing the Viscount, and it takes place in England circa 1731.  It’s very much in the tradition of those Woodiwiss tales (albeit with an interesting twist on the alpha male—this one’s a virgin) with fabulous clothes and elegant locations, titled gentry and a headstrong young heroine who refuses to conform to society’s expectations.  
I hadn’t read one of these historical romps in a while, and I’d forgotten how much I enjoy them, especially when they’re as well written as Emily’s.  Then I made the mistake of mentioning on Twitter that it was “a good old-fashioned bodice ripper.”

 

And then the shit storm began.

 

Oh, boy, do some romance authors get offended by the term “bodice ripper.”  Emily, if you’re reading this, understand that I use the term with love.  I figured I have license to use it because, hell, I AM a romance author.  As Virginia Reede, I even wrote a pretty good example of the traditional romance: Men in Chains, which is an Amazonian tale about a matriarchal society that enslaves men.  It’s plotted around what happens when an alpha male shows up.  And it has one of those covers. 

 

Men in Chains by Virginia Reede: Book CoverLook, I get it.  I had a well-meaning friend who always introduced me at social gatherings as “my friend Toni who writes trashy books.”  After about the fiftieth time she did this, I finally pulled her aside and asked her to please just call them novels. (After all, only a couple of my books are truly trashy.  Maybe three.  Four, tops.)

 My friend was horrified at the thought she might have hurt my feelings (she hadn’t – I was just trying to impress a good-looking journalist) because, in actuality, she was completely in awe of my writing and terribly impressed that I had actually completed several books, never mind had them published.  She meant “trashy books” with love. 

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I went to see David Sedaris speak, and he told a funny story about being on a plane and sitting next to a woman who was reading “one of those novels with an embossed cover.”  Afterward, a friend introduced us, proudly announcing that I, too, was a published author.  Mr. Sedaris extended a polite hand and asked me what kind of books I wrote.  Unable to stop myself, I told him it was the sort of thing that had an embossed cover.  He had the good grace to blush.

 

Hey, I write popular fiction, not literary fiction.  If you’ve taken one of my workshops, you’ve probably heard me explain that, as a writer, it’s never my goal to have you notice the beauty of my words.  It’s my goal for you to NOT notice when the phone rings.  I want you to stay up all night to finish my book. I want you to miss class to read it.  I want you to sneak it into your office desk drawer and read snippets of it when the boss isn’t looking.  Hell, I want you to skip work entirely, and call in sick so you can finish it.

 

You can call it anything you want, as long as you read it.

 

By the way, if you’re in the Northeast, check out Connecticut Fiction Fest. Dame Jackie and I will both be there, and so will Dame Agent.

 

 

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Go Ahead, Rile ‘Em Up

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009
Dame Rinda

Dame Rinda

If you were to pick one word you’d like people to use to describe your writing, what would it be?

It’s hard to pick one, isn’t it? Lively. Fun. Dark. Fantastic… but I think I’d like provocative. A provocative story generates emotion. Excitement, lust, fear, joy, and even anger, disgust…

Wait, you ask, why would we want to instill a negative reaction?

Most of the time it’s for conflict. Gotta have those bad guys. But occasionally, the character needed for such things isn’t the villain. It could be a secondary character or even your main one.

As I’m writing this, I’m anxiously waiting as Agent Dame circulates the first in my urban fantasy series. Beri O’Dell, the protagonist, comes off a bit, shall we say, abrasive, in the beginning. She has some issues to work through before she warms up. She will, don’t worry, but to keep readers interested, I fit her with a redeemable trait right away– her fierce connection to her foster sister. She’s not bound to the woman by blood, but by loyalty and love. It’s a bond forged through true acceptance and hopefully, will show a reader there’s something more to this Beri person. 

Sometimes, the character could have this sort of loyalty, but needs to grow a bit to understand it-or to even realize they do have it. I’ll give you an example.

I love the show True Blood, but I get so annoyed with the character, Jason Stackhouse, Sookie’s brother. (That’s good!) He’s weak and stupid, but whenever one of his boneheaded actions backfires, you get a glimpse of true regret. You know there’s hope for the poor, dumb guy. You keep watching to see what he does next because you know that somewhere beyond his um, overwhelming urge to bump hips, there’s the possibility of a good man. (And okay, the actor, Ryan Kwanten, is damned fine nekkid!!)

So, is it possible to be too provocative?

Oh yes. We write in a genre that deliberately stretches the threads of believability. Mythology, magic, super powers, religions, shapeshifters, demons, dimensional travel- we can debate the realism of them all, but the truth is, there’s a delicate balance to writing in the field of the supernatural and keeping things credible. Some stretching is allowed, encouraged-excitement and surprises are good. But it’s so easy to go over the top. In our efforts to make the story more provocative, we can go too far. I do worry about this a lot, but I also believe it comes easier with practice. The stuff I’m working on now feels instinctively ‘tighter’ than the last thing I worked on. Every time.

There are tricks to keeping it real, so to speak. Solid world rules for one. But mainly? Good, well-drawn, sympathetic characters. With the right character balance, an author can get away with being too provocative.  To a degree.

I’ll compare two movies. One stretches believability yet keeps you interested, one is just plain ridiculous. So yeah, we’ll do that one first.

shootemupShoot Em Up. (Honestly, I shouldn’t use this one since I didn’t make it all the way through, but it’s such a good example.) I’ve tried watching it twice because it’s set up to be everything I like-stylized action with a cool, sexy main character. But the action is too cheesy and there’s this strangely “clean” newborn that’s bopped all over the place-the movie comes off as one desperate attempt to provoke. My threads of believability snapped too early. My poor brain was bombarded by the over-absurdity and quickly grew bored when I realized I couldn’t care less about the characters. Maybe it would have worked if I could have gotten far enough into the movie, but nah. 

wanted-jolie-posterThe other movie I recently caught, the one that sparked this post actually, was Wanted. We have the main character who seems truly pathetic at first and very, very normal. But the watcher is given the sense that he’s important. Yeah, this film stretched the lines of believability. Six weeks to train at that level? The super car rolls? And more… but I didn’t care. I got sucked in. I found the main character funny in a whiny sort of “he has promise” way and Angelina Jolie played the emotionally flawed, bad ass assassin very well. The story was tightly written enough, the characters just sympathetic enough, to make me swallow the great loom of fate plot-I won’t share more for fear of spoiling. But I cared enough to want to know WHY.

This could easily be a subject that stretched over several posts, but I suppose what I’m trying to say here is that finding that balance can be a difficult, but it is possible.  And it can be fun!  As a writer, I want to provoke emotions–all kinds of emotions.  (Well, maybe not the ones that turn my book into the kind that dents drywall.)  I want the reader to laugh, or get so spooked, they pull their toes away from that scary place under the bed.  I want them to tear up delicately or let loose with the big sloppy, snotty wails.  And yes, I even want them to get pissed.  What I don’t want is to bore them or snip their threads of believability too early.  I’m after provocation… but I want to have a little consideration in my provocation application.

And how weird is it that the last bit there makes me hum that old Conjuction Function tune from Saturday morning cartoons??

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Finishing What We Start*

Tuesday, February 24th, 2009

(*most of the time)

By Dame Kaz

When I was 16 I sat down to write a novel. It was my first real attempt – other than all the scribbles and notes and stories I wrote when I was a kid – my first serious decision to Write An Actual Novel. I even used my dad’s computer with whatever basic wordprocessing program was on it, and printed out the pages I wrote.

I got to page 50 before giving up. (Aside: years later, my brother and I read through those pages together and were crying with laughter over them. It was the worst STAR WARS rip off you could ever imagine.)

Anyway, my next attempt wasn’t much better. This one, for those interested, was like a DUNGEONS & DRAGONS parody, complete with characters that I’d created for the latest campaign we were playing. (Ah, how I loved Jacko, my Thief character who could pick locks at the roll of a die. *ahem*)

I didn’t finish that book either. Or the next one, or the one after that. You’re getting the idea, right?

I gave up on novels and took to writing short stories. I had wonderful ideas, and by this point (I was about 24) my writing had actually improved to the point where my sentences resembled sentences and my dialogue didn’t sound like it was being spoken by aliens.

But I didn’t finish those stories either. In fact, one of them that I thought I had finished – and was very proud of – I submitted to an online ‘zine, only to get a rejection with fabulous feedback (yes, it was true – Storm Constantine said I could WRITE!). I was told something along the lines of: “This reads more like a snapshot, just a glimpse of a bigger story. It seems more like it should be at least a novella, not a short story.” And she was absolutely right. So even my best story, up until that point of writing, wasn’t actually finished. My response to this wonderful critique was to put the story in a drawer and never look at it again. I didn’t know how to fix it, I thought, but what I really meant was: I didn’t know how to finish it.

Fast-forward several years, including a period of five years when I gave up writing entirely, and I made a new commitment to improving as a writer. This was two years ago – January 2007. I decided to give myself three years to write and submit and see where that got me. This meant that I’d have to finish the stories and novels I began. I started with an adult urban fantasy novel and powered through to 45,000 words, about halfway. Guess what happened?

That’s right, I didn’t finish it. I lost steam, got stuck in the middle and ended up putting it aside. I tinkered with it from time-to-time, wrote lots of notes, did research for other ideas, but never returned to it properly. One of the other ideas I’d been playing with kept haunting me, and I decided to participate in a mini-NaNo (30k rather than 50k) in November 2007 alongside a couple of friends. Not only did I write 50k in 30 days anyway, I finished the novel not long after – my first YA contemporary fantasy – and ended up revising it, getting critiques and revising it some more, until it was ready to submit.

I had finally finished a novel, and I continued working on it until it was the best I could possibly make it. That was the manuscript that got me my agent, and since then I’ve written (i.e. FINISHED!) another novel and have ideas for many more. I even finished a short story that will be published later this year. And one of my next projects will be that adult urban fantasy that I began in January 2007 but only got halfway through. I’m going to rewrite it as a young adult book and then finish it.

So I don’t like to give too much advice to people – who am I to do that? Sure, I have an agent, but I’ve got a long way to go on this publishing journey and consider myself to be deep in the trenches with everyone else. But… if I were going to give one piece of advice to aspiring authors? I’d say: Finish. Finish what you start, even if it turns out to be somehow less than what you’d hoped. Even if it’s not a story or a novel that you think you can revise into something good enough to submit. While you’re writing it, you can’t always know that anyway. Most people’s first drafts are pretty raw, and it’s only during the revision process that it takes real shape (though of course, this isn’t true for everyone – I know writers who write very clean first drafts). But please, whatever you do, try your best to finish. Don’t let yourself be sidetracked by the New! Shiny! idea that beckons from afar. If you must, take a moment to write down the heart of it – a page of notes even – but then get back to your work in progress. There are always going to be exceptions – times when you know a story is just too broken to bother finishing, or maybe not yet ready to be told properly. It might need more simmering time. But I don’t believe we really know that until we’ve finished a couple of things first. It takes time to get a true sense of our writing process, and that process changes all the time anyway. Nobody ever said this writing-gig would be easy, but I don’t think we’d want it any other way. ;)

Finishing a novel can be incredibly scary, because it means we’re ready for the next stage: revising, sending our work out and getting feedback… and maybe even submitting our manuscripts to agents and editors. That, my friends, is a truly terrifying prospect. Believe me, I know.

But it’s only by finishing that you will ever be published. There aren’t many absolutes in this business – not many certainties that we can rely on – but that’s a pretty sure thing.

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