March 14th, 2005

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Morning Person Redux

As of 10:00 this morning, I had written 1700 words and killed off a dozen notecards and finished the last large non-notecarded change that was sitting on my desk.

Will someone please remind me of that fact at 7:00 tonight when I've been running around doing a million and one things and somehow still feel I need permission to read The Ringed Castle or hang out with my family instead of working more on the book? Because it's not the most absolutely productive writing day ever in the history of Mriskind, but it is an entirely reasonable amount of work to have done, and pushing myself to cram more into each day of this week is not a good way to get through it happy and healthy. And I have a trip to see my folks to look forward to this weekend and Minicon next weekend, and I don't want to be ill or miserable for either one. Not that I want to be ill or miserable for the intervening weeks, either, actually. In fact, let's skip "ill or miserable" completely.

I have 22 notecards left. Some of them contain fairly large items. The goal this week is not to produce more words. The goal this week is to handle the notecards that will (I hope) get me to better words. This is a revision, a second draft. Still, a fair number of words will be required. But I am stronger than the word count. I should panic neither because the revisions of the day have only resulted in a net 50 words and that's not! enough! words!, nor because they've resulted in a net 2000 words and it's already! too! long! I am calm, I am serene, I am stronger than the word count. I have my notecards, my lists, and my calendar, and it will all be fine.

Really. Just fine. I mean it.
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Earned and unearned

I put down Sarah Hoyt's Ill Met by Moonlight last week after reading a chapter and a half. It was not entirely Hoyt's fault. It may not have been mostly Hoyt's fault. Here's the thing: William Shakespeare was a major character. Not just anybody gets to have Shakespeare as a character and keep my eyes nailed to the page. You have to earn it. Like, say, with three or four other books I've loved, or a close friendship., that's pretty much it.

Everybody has hot buttons as a reader. Everybody has things they don't want to read about unless there's a really good reason; everybody has squids (stuff they definitely want to read about with the slightest excuse). A bad enough writer can ruin your squids, and a good enough writer can earn the hot buttons. Still: oof.

Here are some things a writer must earn the right to use and still have me read the story:
Shakespeare as a character
John Dee same
Tesla same
King Arthur
superstring theory in any form
parallel universes interacting in the story
anything that resembles a hobbit (especially if it's not called a "hobbit")
any being with pointed ears
any alien with apostrophes in its name
any human with apostrophes in its name (yes, I know, I go by M'ris; the apostrophe is entirely optional, and anyway I also have a bio of Tesla on my shelves; real life is different)
song lyrics written by the author
an entire story structured around song lyrics written by someone else (different from "inspired by a lyric")
anything related to the US Civil War, up to and including Great-Granddad's rifle
a main character who is a writer
a main character who "wishes" he/she was "still" a writer but who has been blocked
teenagers whose clothes are as cool as the author desperately wished her (or his, but let's be real here: her) clothes were in high school
teenagers who use improbable dialect
anyone with a stutter, drawl, or brogue spelled phonetically, particularly if it's done wrong: I have had friends with each of same, and they do not actually sound like that
excessive similes

Oh, lordy, that one jolts me right out of the list, because Ill Met by Moonlight had William Shakespeare, his plays as an aspect of reality, and the similes, heaven help me, the similes. They were so carefully period. "His thoughts tumbled through his mind like the extremely period fool he'd seen at the extremely period village fair in Well-Researched Local Town." Yeah, and her thoughts flew like a book flying through the air into the trash can.

So anyway, what are some of your hot buttons? What elements does a writer have to earn? What has to be incredibly well-handled to get over your automatic dislike?