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Rants and realities

The Chameleon Takes His Leave

David Bowie passed away yesterday. You’ve probably read the news that cancer took him—just like it has taken so many bright stars. He was, in his later years incredibly private, happy to live with his wife and daughter in New York, but he left us one last album as a parting gift.

I can remember when Bowie came into my life, and I can feel the thread of his influence running through it, like one of those beautiful and bizarre melodies he made. I even wrote a blogpost about how his creativity, inspired me, and  what lessons fellow creatives can take from his life. Go read it if you need a lift, or a kick in the  pants.

This time, I wanted to share my personal memories.

What’s That Feeling?
Like most women in the 1980s, I watched Labyrinth and put myself in Sarah’s place. I had a little more connection with her than most. I was fifteen years old, and I too had a younger brother that might have been Toby. David Bowie was an eye-opener. Here was his wild haired man, who could manipulate glass spheres, steal babies, and sing so beautiful you might just forget about the baby. He also had this air of knowledge and control, that to a teenage girl was intoxicating.
I admit it, Bowie had my attention.

Not Like the Others
Then as I went through school, everyone was listening to Duran Duran, A-Ha, and I was listening to Bowie. I would walk everywhere, with Ziggy in my ears, blaring from my Walkman. Gradually I learned it was OK to be different, and to make your own path. That was a powerful message to a teenager, and I know there must have been thousands of people just like me who got that same thing from Bowie’s songs. Changes was the anthem for what I was feeling at that time, but then so was Rebel, Rebel.

Unable to see Bowie
Then there was the time Bowie came to Auckland, New Zealand. I was in Wellington, I was sixteen, and my Mum wouldn’t let me go. Seriously, I thought, they hate me! Of course, his concert was on a Sunday, my English exam for School Certificate was on the Monday. Now, as a mother myself I totally agree with my Mum, back then it made no sense. I contemplated in my head jumping a train, and riding it all the way to Auckland. I didn’t, and I learned a lesson; life isn’t fair, and sometimes you just have to cope with that. Waiting was all I had.

The rewards of a little age
It was years, years and years until I had another chance, but this time I didn’t need a train. Bowie came to Wellington, and apart from listening to him sing, he also taught another lesson to me. Wellington wasn’t kind that night. She lashed the open air stadium where he was playing with rain, lots and lots of rain. Bowie however, played on. Roadies ran out and mopped the stage, and he sang on. He didn’t huddle, instead he strode out onto the catwalk, rain pouring down him, and singing. He gave up comfort, and safety (heck he could have broken a hip out there) to get the job done. He was a professional, and he sucked it up to get it done. He was magnificent.
I sat there, soaked to the skin, and cried in the rain.Bowie's eyes

Now he is gone. I said to my husband this morning, “I’ve never lived in a world without David Bowie.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Baby,” he said, “There will never be a world without David Bowie. We still have everything he did.”

And when it comes to it, we all have to leave this world, but at least Bowie left it with more beauty and creativity than it had before.

Thank you for that David Jones…oh and Tesla too…

Ideas are cheap…work is costly…

I am in the middle of a flood right now. A flood of ideas, and somehow it feels like I am paddling madly yet going nowhere.

Creating ideas.Wait a minute, you are saying that sounds like a good problem to have! Ideas after all are the stuff writers are always chasing after. The more the better, right?

Here’s the thing most people don’t know, ideas are cheap. There are millions of people out there with ideas for books, and probably many of those are fantastic ones. Yet how many of all of those ideas see the light of day, and the ink (even electronic ink) on a page?

Here’s the scoop, it isn’t having the idea that is the real work of writers. It is writing it, molding it, editing and polishing it. There go your hours and hours of labour, far more than one moment of inspiration.

My very first book signing in America, was at a bookshop in Baltimore. It was Monday. Lunchtime. On the third floor. By the cafe. Yeah, there weren’t many people there, but the ones that did show were memorable. Apart from the lady whose cats were dictating a book to her, there was this young guy. He sidled up to our table, and whispered, like it was a state secret, “I have an idea for a book.”

Tee and I both smiled politely. “That’s nice.”

Then he looked at us and in all sincerity went on, “If you write the book, we can split the proceeds 50/50…”

Even back then, a tiny seed of a published writer, I nearly burst out laughing. This gentleman honestly thought his having a thought, was the same value as writing, and editing a whole book—at minimum probably six months of a person’s life.

As I recall, neither of us laughed, we simply nodded and said something like, “That’s nice, but we’re rather busy with our own projects.”

The only people I would write an idea for would be someone whose ideas come with more value (i.e brand recognition)….like Chuck Wendig writing for Star Wars.

Anyway, right now I am indeed dealing with my own ideas, and plenty of them. As of this moment I am sitting on three new novels. One is a completed first draft needing to be polished up. Two are maybe half done. Beyond that, I have two other projects I am working on with Tee Morris. I dare you to look at my list of projects. Go on. I can’t or I might run screaming.

So yeah, I have a lot of ideas all flying at my head right now. Organising them and getting them to stand in an orderly row is half the battle. My weapons are a white board, a calendar and a lot of tea.

Maybe I am just a whiny author with too much to do and not enough time- but then isn’t that everyone, not just writers? Point taken, let’s jump back into it then!

 

The Trouble with the Wife

Thinking about wivesYesterday I was watching the start of the second season of Sleepy Hollow. The show is goofy fun, with a great mix of characters, pseudo-history, and a charming pair of leads.

Usually I enjoy the show, but there are some scenes I feel really disinterested in; the ones with Ichabod’s wife, Katrina. Yep, I had to Wikipedia her to even remember her name.

It’s not a problem with the shows creators doing a poor job of writing female characters, because Abbie Mills is a fantastic person that I really enjoy watching. Her sister Jenny Mills, is even more tormented with a collection of kick butt skills, and attitude to match.

So the writers of the show can create great female characters, instead it’s the usual problem. ‘The wife.’

It’s a terrible tag. Think about it; in most shows or books, when there is a wife character, she is usually the one fans or readers complain about the most.

She’s the one whose scenes feel flat or forced. She always gets in trouble, and the hero has to drop everything to go and save her. She is either whiny, too perfect to be true, or has such a pitiful sense of survival that she should have been a Darwin Award winner.

As a wife myself, I’m a little distressed by this. For a moment I wondered, is there something inherently dull about being a wife? Does somehow becoming one make the rest of your life fall away? Do you lose all your common sense and become merely an appendage?

Luckily, I know plenty of fascinating, strong, and loving wives who show that is not true. Nope, unfortunately, it’s something about the way many writers approach writing wives.

Now, I’m going to point out that this could be said of any ‘side kick’ character—including a husband—but most often it does seem to be the wives that get this treatment.

So here’s how it begins…

When writing a male character, there is a statistical chance that at a certain age, he will have married. So the writers go, ‘ah he needs a wife.’

Ugh. First thing, by throwing that label on her immediately, is putting her into some weird mold of what a ‘wife is’. New flash darlings; wives are actually women cunningly in disguise. Frighting, huh?

Instead of just putting in a cardboard cut out of ‘the wife’ in your story, think about what sort of woman you want? She can be anything; any colour, have any job—but the one thing she must have is her own goals and aspirations. Yes, they can be family, but as a wife I can tell you I have ambitions beyond that too.

In other words, stop thinking of the wife in terms of the family alone. Where did she come from? What have her life experiences been? What are her faults? (Please don’t forget that one!)

Put as much effort into making her a character with fullness and completeness, as you did making her husband. (Again this goes for any sex, or any sidekick too)

Katrina Crane in Sleepy Hollow is also the McGuffin. She only exists to be the goal just out of reach for Ichabod. Now I love my husband, but I don’t want to be his McGuffin. I am his equal, and my back-story is in reality as complicated as his. Sometimes I will save his bacon; sometimes he will save mine.

Now things have moved on from last century, and writers—especially of genre fiction—have worked out, people do like strong female characters. However, in ‘the wife’s’ case that strength can…well it can waver…

Katrina, like many of the ‘wifey’ characters these days, has been built up to have powers of her own. When Ichabod is not around, she is a strong witch and leader of a coven. She can do spells and…stuff…

That all sounds cool, until Ichabod is near her, where suddenly she loses all those powers. Pffffttt, I don’t know where they go… This tends to happen with the portrayal of women, but in the ‘wife’s’ case it is almost endemic.

It does disappoint me, because I enjoy all the other characters in the Sleepy Hollow—and I hate feeling this way about a female character. The show has a wonderfully racially diverse cast, and a pretty equal percentage of male to female.

My favourite, Abbie Mills is a rounded person with back-story and character quirks—but then she is not hobbled with the almost cursed title of ‘the wife’.

It is the problem with labeling anyone with archetype, and I am hoping the Sleepy Hollow writers can bring Katrina foreword as her own, real character as the season goes on.

As a writer it serves as a reminder, to think in terms of people rather than simple placeholders. The wife problem is part of the wider, characters considerations, so I know if writers put themselves in the heads of wives, they will find their motivations and goals too.

So go out there, make full, wonderful, conflicted, powerful, diverse characters—and if you write a woman who is a wife, make sure that you show the world that wives are also people too!

Book signing…the uncertain beast…

2012-09-02 12.22.53Ah book signings….

Before you get your first book on the shelf you imagine how it will go; a long line of adoring readers, all clutching your books to their chest with eyes agleam in delight…

It can be that, and oh it can be the complete, weird opposite.

Full disclosure, book signings and I have an up and down relationship. It didn’t start off on the best foot either.

I was in a beautiful chain bookstore, right in the heart of downtown back in 2006. I was signing with my friend and fellow DragonMoon Press author, Tee Morris, and I was super excited.

I was in America for the first time, and I had no idea what to expect…which was probably a good thing.

First off, we had been plonked right by the cafe up on the third floor, oh yes…and this was a Monday. Apparently the manager thought we would ‘catch the lunchtime crowd’.

I’m not sure if he was deluded or just clueless, because the majority of people that we saw were either just there for their coffee, or had no idea what a book or a writer was.

This was also the first time that I had even meet Tee, and since we were sharing signing space, I began to suspect that he had paid some of the people off.

Because they were just that weird.

A man approached us with an offer. He had come up with an idea (I suspect it was awesome!) and if we wrote the book he would kindly give us 50% of the proceeds. (HINT: Ideas are cheap, writing a book ain’t) We also got a lovely lady that told us her cats were dictating her book to her.

Not. One. Sale.

After a few years and another ten book contracts, you’d think book signings would have improved…not so much.

Having just got back from Des Moines, Iowa, Tee and I actually had a pretty good book signing. We were of course signing with legendary SFWA Grandmaster, Joe Haldeman.

But wait…I know you’re thinking ‘so that’s the way to do it…do book signings in groups…’

Nope, that isn’t a guarantee either. I’ve been at a book signing where there was eight authors, all sitting near the coffee dispensary, and not one of us sold anything in two hours….except for maybe an expresso. I’m kidding—the people all looked rather annoyed we were there.

Perhaps the store didn’t advertise enough?

They usually do the same amount. Flyers. Banners.

Maybe independents are better?

About the same ratio actually.

Surely conventions are better?

Depends. If you are at a media con you’re not as likely to move books. Literary conventions are more likely to be successful.

The one certain thing I my experience is that I have never had a bad experience signing in a bookstore where a community exists in tandem with it. Reading groups are a prime example. If you can get that support then you are far more likely to have a fun and successful book signing.

Also events where people go to meet authors and buy books are usually pretty solid. The Frederick Book Festival. Authors After Dark. Steampunk Unlimited. All these have been great events for Tee and I.

No one wants to sit twiddling their thumbs behind a desk, but then again when you do, it makes for good stories.

Aside from that…it is also nice to get out of the house now and then…

Authorial Darwinism

Evolve or die. That sounds harsh, but that is the reality of the publishing world right now.

Authors cannot afford any longer to be disconnected from their marketing, their brand, and what channels their work is in. The days of the author in their ivory tower are over—if they ever in fact existed.

What prompted this particular maudlin observation was this story from the Guardian newspaper, titled ominously From Bestseller to Bust: Is this the End of an Authors Life?

Chilling isn’t it? Doesn’t it make you want to curl up, turn away from your dream, and find something else to do with your life? If you are just starting out, doesn’t it just make you want to give up before you’ve even begun? Well I hope it doesn’t.

This article is about authors who are living in the past. It is as much a relic as a story of a nineteenth century novelist. Now that may also sound harsh, but it is also the way of the world. Evolution is happening all around us—even big publishing at long last is realizing that.

Some authors do not.

This story is from Britain, and I had it suggested on Facebook that that somehow the British culture is different as far as writing and the appreciation of writing is. I’m not sure if that is true, or maybe it is a product of the literary genre, which these authors mentioned in the article all seem to be.

All I know is that I find it hard to feel very sorry for an author whose major complaint is that he can no longer afford office space in London, and has been forced to convert his attic to a writing spot. My writing spot is at the kitchen table or on the couch.

For all this apparently is blamed the credit crunch (I can believe that one at least a little) and the internet (now hold on a minute!)

However, I do have some sympathy for authors who only get paid twice a year, which is how large publishing pays, but there are other ways that the internet opens up publishing. Far from being the reason that the authoring lifestyle is dying, it could be its salvation if only people cared to look around a little.

The thing is, authors these days have to be flexible. They have to be entrepreneurial. They have to keep their eyes open for new opportunities and markets, and for some people these things aren’t something that they are willing to do.

For those people, yes there will be losses, there will be changes, and maybe they won’t be able to make their living out of being writers as they once were able to.

It actually makes me rather sad. Just today I signed on with a new venture, Scribl, where the creators are working with the idea of crowdpricing. There are sites like glossi, where you can create an online-magazine to advertise your book.

All of these new ways of doing things I find exciting, and I think it is so sad when the writer Rupert Thomson mentioned in the Guardian article says  “I can’t really imagine a life where I’m not writing. I’ve got this ludicrous faith that I’ll be able to go on as I am now. That’s all I want.”

It’s sad because if he wants it to go on, he has to change, but you can read it in the article he doesn’t want to. For those people I really don’t see much of a bright future. Let’s hope not all of us are quite so inflexible.

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