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Whoppitas, Whirrs, and Ums

Marissa says something interesting about work-in-progress reviews by writers and non-writers, and I’m going to paste it here for immediate reference too.

I think it’s extremely valuable to have non-writers read and critique books. This is not in lieu of having skilled writers doing critiques but in addition to it. Ideally, the finished books will be read by non-writers, and just as only having people of one sex or only having people of one age critique a book can skew the type of critique one will get, only having people of one approach to the written word read it might skew the response.

I think some non-writers are a little shy about this because they don’t necessarily know what a good critique looks like. Trust me, writers sometimes have all the jargon down and brilliant ideas for exactly how, technically, to fix a scene — and other times we will look at each other and go, “I dunno, it’s just that this part kinda goes whoppita whoppita whoppita when it should go whirrrrrr, y’know?” Or else, “I think it needs to be more, kinda, um, um…manic…does that make sense?” If you socialize with writers you should know that we are not necessarily more coherent than other people until we’ve had several drafts to hammer out the whoppitas and the ums. And we probably ask each other, “Does that make sense?” more often than the international average, not less. And sometimes the whoppitas and the ums are the bits that make for a good and useful critique and the detailed, technical jargon ideas about how to fix something turn out not to be very useful.

“Does that make sense?” has to be one of my top five frequently-uttered sayings.

She’s right. Even though I’m a writer, I find it hard to put how a story works (or doesn’t work) for me into words. And so I often resort to the technical review instead. It’s a cop-out, but I feel inadequate giving someone a crit that essentially says, “That scene didn’t work for me but I don’t know why; it just felt like it fizzled”. I keep looking for a way to suggest a fix for it, instead of just saying “This needs something else here”. A non-writer wouldn’t necessarily be looking for the fix; I think they’d be more comfortable saying “This led me to expect X and I didn’t get the payoff, and what I got instead wasn’t enough”.

This is one of the reasons why I drag my feet about doing reviews of works in progress for friends. I get stuck over-analysing why I feel a certain way about a scene or a chapter or a turn of events, and I have no way to express it clearly. This is completely my problem and has nothing to do with the MS I’m critiquing. I hate handing something back with vague “this made me feel” kind of feedback; I feel as if I should be saying more, giving them more value, so to speak, because there’s nothing worse than getting a work back with no concrete crits whatsoever. (Hello, the A minus that has haunted me for decades! What made it an A- paper? What could I have done better to make it an A?) I always feel that I’m not necessarily the best person to give another writer with whom I’m personally acquainted feedback. I can do it for strangers, because I don’t know them and the way they write, think, and work: they are completely separate from their MS. Understanding how and why a writer does something because one knows them in person is in some ways a handicap. The general public does not know an author personally (and reading their on-line journals or web sites does not constitute ‘knowing them personally’), and reads a book or short story as a discrete entity, free of any authorial association.

To be fair to myself, I do need things to be as technically tight as possible before I can focus on reading and evaluating the story; that’s just one of my quirks. Floppy prose or distracting grammatical errors mean it’s hard to find the story in order to respond to it. So doing a tech critique before/while I respond to the story is just the way I have to do things. It means taking longer to do the crit, though, which is another reason I drag my feet.

That was all rather stream-of-consciousness, wasn’t it. And I have no pithy wrap-up for it, either.

*wanders off*

fps 2007 Charity Auction!

First things first: Today marks the launch of the annual fps on-line charity auction! It will go live on eBay later today (that’s November 23 2007, for anyone reading this in an RSS feed). Every year the fps readership chooses a different charity to whom the proceeds of this auction will be donated, and in the past recipients such as the Canadian Cancer Society have benefited from an astonishing amount of money raised through this charitable venture. This year’s recipient charity is the Canadian Cancer Research fund. There’s a slew of awesome stuff like DVD box sets, books, animation artwork, t-shirts, software, posters, and rare limited-edition collectibles such as pins, promotional items, books, commemorative stamps and PVC figures to bid on. It’s the perfect opportunity to find something special for the animation fan in your life. (Or, you know, buy stuff for yourself. You deserve special cool stuff too.)

fps On-Line Charity Auction 2007

Please help us spread the word, and to raise funds to help improve the quality of life for those living with cancer.

(As soon as the auction is live, that image will become a direct link to it.)

Impostor Syndrome

Hmm. This is surprisingly prevalent among acquaintances of mine. It may be more common than people theorize. Or maybe everyone has a little bit of this inside them, and it affects people to a greater or lesser degree. Or maybe I just hang out with people who panic a lot, like me.

[…]These were duly vetted, highly successful scholars who nonetheless live in creeping fear of being found out. Exposed. Sent packing.

If that sounds familiar, you may have the impostor syndrome. In psychological terms, that’s a cognitive distortion that prevents a person from internalizing any sense of accomplishment.

“It’s like we have this trick scale,” says Valerie Young, a traveling expert on the syndrome who gave the workshop at Columbia. Here’s how that scale works: Self-doubt and negative feedback weigh heavily on the mind, but praise barely registers. You attribute your failures to a stable, inner core of ineptness. Meanwhile, you discount your successes as accidental or, worse, as just so many confidence jobs. Every positive is a false positive.

Full article: You’re Not Fooling Anyone by John Gravois

(Via Arts & Letters Daily)

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The alien child masquerading as Liam was replaced by the original model in the late afternoon yesterday, and all is all manner of well again. Thank you all for your sympathy. It was more bewildering than anything else: if the Terrible Twos fairy had visited, one would think sie would have bestowed a single fairy-gift rather than dumped the whole bag on top of the poor kid. All those actions are things he never does, so for him to do it all in the space of a few hours… wow. It was a rough day for him for some unfathomable reason. He woke from a nightmare around ten-thirty in tears, sobbing something about “Mama gone no say bye-bye”, so I cuddled him and told him I wasn’t leaving, we read a book together quietly, and he slipped back into bed cuddling his huge Thomas pillow as a treat. At least it wasn’t the “car coming, no stop, Dada gone” nightmare he had a couple of weeks ago while HRH was out gaming.

In other news, there is a crumb of cold comfort for those who are horrified by the massacred The Dark Is Rising film:

First it was The Dark Is Rising. Then The Seeker: The Dark Is Rising. Now it’s simply The Seeker.

Good thing, too. Maybe now people unfamiliar with the book won’t get the wrong idea altogether, or associate the film with the novel at all. We can hope.

Today I go back to researching and drafting that new proposal based on the original one from 2006. The book has changed so much in my brain that the original proposal seems almost cartoonish. Then this afternoon I’ll be doing a ruthless editing pass on one of my early YA books, because why on earth am I letting it sit on my hard drive when it’s finished and has gone through one serious edit already? I’ve got agents bookmarked to query, and I wanted it out making the rounds by the end of last year (of course, this was before I was contracted to write the pregnancy book, but still). This way, the Vivaldi novel becomes my enjoyable escape-from-work writing. You see? A fiendishly clever way to outwit the inner critic!

And… a proposal to co-teach an intensive workshop on designing ritual has just landed in my in-box! I am absolutely fascinated by the idea and am excited at the notion of co-teaching with this individual. Something to seriously consider. We’ll see if we can work something out.

September Twenty-Fifth

I am home alive and rested from camping. It was an incredible weekend weather-wise and otherwise.

Today there are several things to celebrate:

1) The belated birthday of Gmarc! (I will forever remember his birthday one day late.)

2) It’s the 75th anniversary of Glenn Gould’s birth! I am, as some know, a staunch Gould fan and wrote a third of a thesis on his dual modes of expression in performance and written musical analysis. (This was before my advisor vanished into the ether because he was soon retiring, leaving a handful of thesis students hanging because he didn’t care any more.) Coincidentally, next week is also the 25th anniversary of Gould’s death. I shall buy Thirty-Two Short Films About Glenn Gould on DVD as a gift to myself tomorrow (Gould’s music! Colm Feore!). The CBC has a week of stuff going on about Gould, and YouTube has tons of clips online as well.

3) Today marks the tenth anniversary of HRH and I doing our first road trip together. We went, appropriately enough, to a Glenn Gould book launch and film festival in Ottawa. (Hey, someone had to drive me, and he was free and willing to learn about one of the things that made me tick, AKA something I wouldn’t stop nattering about because I was in Full! Thesis! Mode! at the time.)

4) It also happens to be our eighth wedding anniversary today. When I realised I’d planned a wedding on the weekend of a bi-annual Gould conference that I really really wanted to attend (I was a member of the GG Foundation at the time) I was not amused. Still, I think I made the right decision, going to the wedding instead of the conference, don’t you?

None of these things were deliberately scheduled thusly because they built on previous events, it just kind of turned out that way. I find that interesting and also mildly disturbing.

Thanks to everyone in the blogosphere who has already wished us well. And thanks again to all the friends who shared our wedding weekend with us: you made it a very special time.

I have a cool anniversary present in mind for him. Muah-hah-hah! (I have to top the Xbox somehow at some point, and it may as well be this year…)

Help Me…

Shelfari is consuming me alive.

Last night was a bad, bad time to follow a link sent to me, to a wonderfully engrossing site that networks people via the books on their shelves and helps you look at what other people like to read in order to help you find new stuff. It wouldn’t be so bad if the Flash bits didn’t take so long to load, and if there was a straightforward way to search for one’s edition while adding one’s titles to one’s list. (At least, I think they’re Flash; it may be a simple Java application. Whatever. It takes too long.)

Or maybe it’s just that I have too many books. Or that I’m work-avoiding.

Break’s over.