Reading, Writing, and Hope

Reading, Writing, and Hope

  • I have a reading goal for the year.
  • 52 books.
  • Just one a week, right?
  • Manageable.
  • And I was on track, too, if not for those darn kids.
  • Kidding.
  • I’m currently at 42.
  • I think I mentioned I’ve been on a William Gibson trend lately.
  • He almost derailed the whole thing.
  • I do not dig present-tense narratives … unless I’m reading a movie screenplay.
  • This last book of his I read, Pattern Recognition … present tense.
  • If it were any other author, I’d have bailed.
  • And then … the main character is something of an overthinker/over-analyzer, and I almost couldn’t do it.
  • Took me three weeks to read.
  • I don’t think it took me three weeks to read any of the books in The Wheel of Time.
  • Oof.
  • And I liked it, though it’s not my favorite.
  • Kinda felt like a narrative version of one of those ARGs I talked about on Monday.
  • The more important part …
  • Now I have three-and-a-half months to read 11 books.
  • Maybe I need to switch to trashy romances or something.
  • Maybe one?
  • I’m not sure I’ve ever actually read one.
  • Not a real one, anyway.
  • Closest would be Karma Girl and then this post-apocalyptic sci-fi book about librarians by Kit Rocha.
  • I gotta tell you, those books were … spicy educational.
  • I remember feeling like the biggest prude in the moment.
  • Like, dudes, you have no idea what they are reading.
  • Pick up a few, learn some things.
  • I can’t get into it any more than that.
  • I can’t even get into it as much as I just did.
  • But … whoa.
  • We’re going to get into craft a little bit today.
  • First, because I lost an argument to the Teenager this week about the Bechdel test.
  • I won’t make excuses.
  • I thought it was simple: in a work of fiction, if two women interact and have a conversation that is not about a man, it passes.
  • If not, it does not.
  • I am currently working very hard to make sure my novel passes that test.
  • Once I heard about it, it has never left my brain.
  • However
  • There are, apparently, other conditions of which I was not aware.
  • I don’t like to argue, or bet, when I’m not going to win.
  • I thought I was winning.
  • We argued about it for at least an hour.
  • She sent me a screen shot of an explanation of exactly how I was wrong, important bits circled in red.
  • She was right.
  • I told her so.
  • She taunted me.
  • My tiny teenage daughter is a social justice warrior and knows a truckload about all the things she’s interested in, or that get her riled up.
  • And she will not say what she thinks someone wants to hear if she disagrees with it.
  • She suffers no fools, even when those fools are her dad.
  • Makes me so proud.
  • I haven’t the words, really.
  • Change the world, you stubborn young woman.
  • (Yes, I’ll let her read this. I almost always let her read the Lists.)
  • Okay, let’s have that craft talk.
  • I’m not saying any of this to deliberately provoke anyone.
  • What is the point of the written word?
  • It’s to communicate an idea, a concept, a piece of information.
  • (Yes, I am aware of poetry; let’s stick to “communications” and essays.)
  • Sometimes things get obscured by habit or ego.
  • What good is communicating if you’re not understood?
  • Or if your method of communication is so dense, so impenetrable, the audience has trouble understanding it?
  • Is that way for you? Do you get points for being highfalutin’?
  • Don’t get me wrong, I love a good .25 cent word.
  • Somnambulant.
  • Ephemeral.
  • Petrichor.
  • I don’t use them a lot in my writing.
  • Papa Hemingway did not recommend.
  • And what’s that quote I always see attributed to Einstein?
  • If you can’t explain a thing simply, you don’t understand it well enough.
  • Paraphrasing. (I’ll have to check the attribution before posting.)
  • There are studies about how even smart people prefer to read things written more accessibly.
  • Because it makes them feel smarter.
  • Studies like this one.
  • True story, I tried to write my grad thesis on the ineffectiveness of academic writing.
  • Yes, of course they did not let me.
  • Punk kid.
  • None of this is to say I’m correct.
  • The older I get, the less I know and the more I want to listen and understand.
  • Assume everyone you work with is a subject matter expert in their thing and give them the respect you hope they give you.
  • I think vocabularies were better 100 years ago than they are now, possibly because of all the debris I spewed above.
  • Which makes me sad, really.
  • I know a lot more words than I can make my brain use when I write, which is kinda frustrating.
  • I write like I talk, and I talk to match the vernacular of my audience.
  • In fact, if you were to have a conversation with me, it would likely sound exactly like these lists.
  • I changed my major in undergrad from pre-med to Journalism (dummy) because I wanted to be Dave Barry or Hunter S. Thompson.
  • Or Dave Barry and Hunter S. Thompson.
  • As it turns out, I am not them.
  • Not as good.
  • Not as smart.
  • But I understand a few things.
  • Gotta give good voice if you want people to read.
  • Dialogue.
  • After a long time in this business, I like to remind people to always remember your audience and what you’re trying to accomplish by whatever it is you’re writing.
  • Remember the W’s (who, what, when, where, why, and sometimes w-how).
  • Because writing isn’t about you.
  • Ego is the enemy.
  • Why am I writing about this?
  • Trying to somehow regain self-confidence after my Teenager won a literary concept argument with me.
  • Oof.
  • Seriously though.
  • I lost to my Teenager.
  • (Mentally swearing about it again right now.)
  • (My dad was blue collar; there was no avoiding the swearing.)
  • Let’s end on a high note.
  • Yesterday I had one of the best work experiences in my life because of the people I work with.
  • I’m not going to get into it because it was kind of our thing, you know?
  • But … I have never felt so supported and uplifted at work than yesterday.
  • Was amazing.
  • I came home and had to tell the Women about it.
  • And the Teenager hugged me for a good five minutes.
  • I hope to be able to repay it to all involved.
  • Remember the Golden Rule, gang.
  • That’s the only one you need.

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