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Posted on 05.31.06 by Widge @ 3:32 pm
This is in response to the string of "How can I get off my ass and write" threads I've seen on message boards recently. This is not difficult, people. I am just a mere shmoe, so if I can write and get things done, anyone can. As an example here's Jeffrey Yamaguchi's "Simple Things You Can Do Right Now to Jumpstart Your Writing Projects," the straw that broke the camel's back. What follows is in all due respect to Jeffrey and I promise I'm not trying to be an asshole. I'm just going to level with you and try and wake your ass up. Because if you're trawling the Net looking for "inspiration" to "get you writing," then you need to wake up. Please note that this article makes the assumption that you're trying to write your own stuff and not what someone else wants you to. This is for fiction and poetry writers only, really. And I'd like to point out that these are strictly my opinions, and as always, I urge you to go out and form the same opinions on your own. Okay. 1) Most importantly of all: What is your goal? Are you writing because you have something to say? Because you want to be read? Or because you want to publish a book and make a lot of money? Here's the truth of it: if you're getting into writing to become filthy rich, take the energy you would have put towards the great [insert nationality here] novel and just work harder at your day job to get a raise. I'm not saying it won't ever happen, but your chances of becoming the next Dan Brown or Stephen King or J.K. Rowling is roughly equivalent to your chances of being run down in the streets of Mexico City by a polar bear driving a 1973 AMC Gremlin. Your chances of actually being able to live off of what you write–making the assumption that you want to write what you want to write and don't feel like being beholden to someone else or conforming to someone else's editorial whims–is roughly the same, but it's a John Deere tractor instead of the Gremlin. Don't count on it, is what I'm saying. If you're one of those types who decides, "Well, I'll try for a year and see how it goes," save yourself a year of frustration. Quit now. I used to tell the folks in my band that Soundgarden was a ten year overnight success and if we weren't willing to just go until we made it or died trying, we should just forget it. Unless you're prepared to labor in obscurity for little to no pay and die with nobody knowing your name, seriously, save yourself the aggravation. If the work is what makes you happy and is the reason you're in this game, then play on. Otherwise, take your ball and go home. 2) Decide to Write. Jeffrey's post is right in one major regard. Quit talking about writing and actually write. You have to make the decision to write. This is the hardest part of what you will do. Honestly. Staring at a white space and filling it–sounds easy, but it's not. Just like we do with any really hard work (especially the type we're not getting paid for on a regular basis), our first inclination is to avoid writing. It's a pain in the ass (sometimes literally) to sit, alone, and just write. It's like exercising. Marathon runners are enjoying themselves when they're running a marathon. When they're training, though, or just getting started, they would rather somebody shoot them in the head and put them out of their misery. It's no fun building up the muscles, it's only fun when you get to use them later on. So just decide: are you going to write? or not? Do you feel like watching TV instead? Then you've decided to go enjoy someone else's story instead of making your own. Would you rather play a video game? Then you've decided to immerse yourself in someone else's world instead of making your own. Decide. And then, the most important part: own your decision. If you find you're deciding to play video games or go play teeball or chase chupacabras with a paintball gun instead of writing–and you're doing this on a regular basis–you need to face facts: chances are you're not a writer. Sorry. 3) Writing Groups Are Good If You're Just Getting Started. But your mileage may vary. If you can find a group of talented, motivated folks who can form a support system to kick you in the ass when you need it, great. But those are a rarity. Same thing with writing classes. I took my fair share of writing classes and I learned precious little from the critiques that I received. If you're really aching to "have a theme to write for next week," I'm sure there's a Yahoo Group or something that doesn't cost anything that will do you just as well. Or spend that tuition money instead on a copy of Zen and the Art of Writing. Ray Bradbury's book is the best book on writing there is and it's more than any class could teach you. If you need ideas for what to write about, Uncle Ray can bail your ass out. I wouldn't have the short stories in my anthology that I do without this. If you don't have one, buy one. Then read it until it falls apart on you. 4) Literary Magazines and Journals Can Go to Hell. I don't know if anyone informed you, but this is 2006. Why in the world would you go out looking for somebody to publish your stuff for you? After all, if any shmoe can publish a list of how to write better, then you can certainly publish your own damn short story. Are you looking to get paid? Really? Have you seen what magazines pay, for the most part? They pay in copies. Some pay a little. A very few pay well, but unless you're already a name, they don't want you. So what do you want to do–write a story, then spend the next twelve months sending it off places and spending postage to beg for permission to get published in a magazine that either doesn't pay or pays very little? Or do you want to write a story, hit the Publish key in Wordpress, and get it online, then go on to write your next story? And the next? And the next? Again, see Item #1. Why are you here? If you want your stuff to be read, then publish it yourself. Again, go look at a calendar, people. 5) Contests? Give Me a Break. Take all the postage and entry fees you would have used on contests and use that for Lotto tickets. Honestly, it's a better use of your time and money. If you don't recognize the name of the contest, neither will anyone else when you brag about it. So save it. 6) Regular Book Publishers. This is worse than going to a magazine to ask permission. These people don't want you unless they can market you–and why should they? Unless you're talking about a really niche type of house, they want something where they can maximize bang for buck. About the only use I can see for these folks is if you're trying to ride a particular wave, that is: for example, I can't tell you how many DaVinci Code knockoffs I've seen. Just like the Harry Potter knockoffs that preceded them. But if you're writing your own stuff and not following a particular trend, and you don't write anything that can be summed up easily in a sentence and in turn marketed to a specific demographic, you're screwed. Sorry. You send in fifty pages and a synopsis and wait probably for a minimum of six months. That's six months that you can't do shit with your own book while waiting for some guy to dig through the slush pile and find it and then maybe read it. I had one submission returned to me after eight months–unopened. Eight months…totally wasted. Now, certainly, you can win the lottery and snag a book deal, but I've heard too many stories about publishers letting the first book of a trilogy go out of print before the third book hits shelves to be happy even if I were to snag it. Nice, huh? Again, unless they think you are the Next Grand Burrito, you're going to end up publicizing your own book, working your own book tour, etc. etc. etc. And wow, it only took you how many months of begging for permission? Christ, publish it yourself. So it won't be in every bookstore in the country. At least it'll be in print as opposed to sitting in your desk drawer or on your hard drive. 7) Read. Very good advice. If you're not an avid reader I'm not sure how you can be a good writer. And read everything. Hell, listen to audiobooks instead of the radio. It's not like anything good's on the radio anyway. If you aren't reading something that you can't later translate into something to write, you're wasting valuable time. I don't care if it's a magazine article or a book on the history of guano. Make it work for you. 9) There is No Writer's Block. Writer's Block is the generic term writers use for "I don't feel like writing." There's no such thing. If you run into a brick wall, there's always a way around it. And your characters will help you if you only give them the problem. It's their story, after all, let them fix it. Case in point: I got to a certain point in my first novel where I had no idea what the hell was supposed to happen next. I had reached a key point in the story and then…well, I knew what the next key point was, but how the hell should I get to it? I tried and tried and banged my head against the keys and nothing. Then finally, I thought to myself "Nothing is working out today." Then, for some reason, I typed it out. "Nothing is working out today." Then I realized that my character was the one with writer's block, not me. So I gave that sentence as the opening line of one of my characters in the upcoming chapter. And from there I was able to finish the book. No fucking joke. Didn't run into another snag from then on till the finish. I gave the problem I had to my character and he solved it for me. It's not rocket science. If you can just get past Item #2, then you're ahead of 90% of people out there. And when you look back you'll kick yourself for all the time you wasted. My advice is this: there is no cavalry coming. No one's going to descend, deus ex machina-like, from publisher heaven and perform a miracle. Honestly, no one gives a shit, and frankly, they're probably tired of hearing you blow hot air with nothing to show for it. You're going to have to save your own ass. Now get to work. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 05.29.06 by Widge @ 12:02 am
We were in the neighborhood and I was intrigued to see what sort of Apple store could draw people to line up to get in when it opened. The answer? The thing that makes it so special? It's underground. And you enter through a cube-like thing above-ground. And…that's about it. Otherwise it's just got the same stuff your local Apple store has…but ten times as much of it. So unless you're going to be dying for some new earbuds at four in the morning on Thanksgiving, I've now saved you the trip. You're welcome. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 05.28.06 by Widge @ 11:42 pm
I counted no fewer than seventeen pirate DVDs of The DaVinci Code for sale on the streets of New York–every single guy with pirate discs spread out on a blanket or tarp had a few. And that was just over two or three blocks. So piracy has fucked Hollywood yet again! That's why Ron Howard's latest has had an abysmal… …what's that? The movie's made over $136 million to date domestically? Wait, and more than $288 million internationally? Really? Oh. Hell. Never mind. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 05.26.06 by Widge @ 8:45 am
![]() "Well, I guess this is where I leave you…" "Okay, restroom, thanks for dropping us off at the airport and seeing us this far." "Sure thing. Have a safe trip. See you when you get back!" Filed under: Travel
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Posted on 05.24.06 by Widge @ 5:36 am
My current understanding in regards to my previous adventure buying Advil Cold & Sinus is that there is a state law on the books here in Georgia that says you can't buy pseudoephedrine products without producing ID… …from a drugstore. Now, this would make sense, as I have since bought Advil Cold & Sinus from both a Kroger and a Publix and they didn't bat an eye. So let's think about this for a second. If this is accurate–and I honestly haven't had time to check it out, but it certainly sounds plausible enough, this is government we're talking about here–then my assumption is that the law passed because our state government is so out of touch with reality they think that drugs are only available for sale from drug-stores. I honestly don't think any of my state reps have been inside a Kroger in recent memory. So forget all I said about fake IDs and whatnot, if we assume that the baddies are buying this stuff in bulk, they just need to hit grocery stores and they're golden. And I'll only shop at CVS when absolutely necessary from now on. So, again, barring this being bullshit, it's even more of a random bag search than I feared. If ever get five minutes free to play investigative reporter, I'll let you know for certain. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 05.22.06 by Widge @ 3:41 pm
Here's something else I'd like to see. I forget where this idea came from. Perhaps it was from talking with Cosette about costumes used for reenactments…how you'd see colors that you simply wouldn't have in a particular time and place, or how the style of dress would be wrong. With all due respect to the SCA and our ambassador to their ranks, T. Diddy, I'd like to see a historical society that specializes in completely accurate reenactments. That means the right clothing, the right weapons, and the right level of filth. The idea, naturally, brought to mind what's quite possibly my favorite issue of Sandman, in which Hob Gadling, an immortal, visits a Ren Fest. And hilarity ensues as he bitches the whole time about how fake it all is. "Where's all the shit? There was always shit everywhere. If they hosed you down with shit as you walked in the gates, that would be accurate." Or some lines of that nature. The Hob Gadling Society, I'd call it, in his honor. Does such a thing exist? What say you? –sent from the MDA Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 05.22.06 by Widge @ 12:33 pm
I suppose this means something: was just typing in the URL for Needcoffee and left off a letter. I was redirected to a site set up specifically to catch folks who typo away from our site. I guess we've hit a certain level if people are actively trying to get our typo traffic. Ka-razy. –sent from the MDA Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 05.21.06 by Widge @ 2:58 am
When you're wandering through a Wal-Mart looking for an item and you've just gone into the outside garden area because someone "saw them out there last time," that is exactly the wrong moment for a Muzak version of the "Twilight Zone" theme to start playing over the fucking PA system. How was your evening? Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 05.14.06 by Widge @ 5:47 am
I've been bitching a lot recently about the trend for comics to be a lot more mature than they should be. When looking through a recent Wizard article (which is my one guilty pleasure mag purchase–I don't know why I still buy the goddamn things) about the upcoming big "shakeout" that 52 is supposed to bring to the DCU, I was stunned about how much death, suffering and sex was involved. I was reminded of this when I read the latest Comic Shop News. Here's Gail Simone talking about her upcoming Secret Six limited series, the follow-on to Villains United, which had an entire issue where the main characters were tortured: "Plus, one of DC's most famous villains gets naked. In fact, lots of people get naked. Sometimes with each other…" And it finally sank home. The reason why DC doesn't need to put a Mature Readers tag on comics that feature rape, murder, mutilations and torture, is because only mature readers read this shit. No kids pick up DC Comics anymore. When was the last time, honestly, you saw a kid with a DC comic in their hand? Or a Marvel comic, for that matter? It's not that I mind characters getting nekkid. But do you remember when that was reserved for Vertigo? Instead, it's all over the DCU now. For all the whisperings about Wildstorm getting put into the DCU, I'm surprised they haven't dropped Vertigo altogether. After all, can you tell any difference between the imprint and the mothership? Gail Simone knows she's writing for aging fanboys who have long wanted to see Cheetah and Catwoman mud wrestle naked. So sure, why not call it "Villains Gone Wild!" Comics have given up on trying to get an audience that will outlast this generation. So party while you can, people. Enjoy how cutting edge and daring you're being. You're digging the industry's grave. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 05.14.06 by Widge @ 2:47 am
One of the things I do is keep an eye on YouTube. It's like panning for gold, in that you get approximately as much stuff worth watching as you do gold in some random stream. As I was scanning down through the latest bits, like looking into some strange alternate universe in which "LOL" has been transformed into meaning "This is some really amazingly unfunny shit," something struck me: Thank the gods we didn't have YouTube when we were kids. Why? Because look at what's on YouTube. I'm fairly certain that 90% of the stuff on there is created by kids from the ages of 10-15 who are at home with some form of digital camera and proceed to take footage of them dancing, or acting stupid, or something. Then they post it with the warning "This is lame, but I'm posting it anyway." And they're honest kids, because it's lame. Not even their mom would find this stuff amusing in that cute "Oh, I've given birth to a mutant but I have to love them because those are the rules" kind of way. Why should we be grateful? Because we would have been doing the same goddamn thing. Think about all the stupid VHS movies you shot when you were a kid. All the dumb photos. All the dumb drawings, even. All those things that you have either sought out and destroyed or have been lost in the depths of time. All those things that you can't believe you were stupid enough to actually record in some form or fashion. If you had YouTube at that time in your life, you would have put all that shit on YouTube. And you know it. Anyway, so. There. Something to be happy about. I haven't been here in a while because I've been working under the hood at Needcoffee. And throwing content up there like mad. I've got some more stuff coming over here and not just when I'm so pissed off I can't see straight (see the T-Mobile rants). So thanks for your patience. LOL. Filed under: General BS
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
the pseudonym of Widgett Walls.
This is my latest book. Short stories written especially for you, or at least someone who reminded me a lot of you at the time.