Saturday, August 28, 2010

Just finished reading the latest book of Orson Scott Card's Ender series, Ender in Exile, which is a midquel between Ender's Game and Speaker for the Dead. Excellent as always, and it does the tricky job of linking events and timelines between Ender's Game and all the Shadow books quite well.

Of the lessons in writing I picked up along the way, the one that comes first to mind is omission of scenes and information. There are some scenes that, while you'd like to see as a reader, don't need to be shown, i.e. Valentine and Ender's reunion. You can pretty much guess how that goes, based on what you know of them, what their feelings are going into it, and then how it is with them afterwards. So sometimes omitting key scenes due to their predictability can help improve the pacing. But of course you have to keep the reader engaged enough with everything else that they're willing to forgive the omitted scene.

There is also omission of information, such as the thoughts and plans of various characters. This can be pretty obvious, but there is the pleasure of surprise or confirmation when you don't know exactly what the characters are plotting until they go through with it.

Along those lines, OSC also makes free use of POV, switching from chapter to chapter or even scene to scene. It works not only to remove you from (and thereby hide) a central character's thoughts and plans, but also to place you in someone else's head so that you can see the story from their POV, with their different set of expectations in mind. Switching to Morgan's POV as their ship arrives on the colony works with entertaining results, as the reader is both laughing at Morgan's delusions of grandeur and relishing his eventual defeat. There are even many cases of using a certain character's POV just for one scene, or one chapter. Whatever works. There's no reason to be tied down simply for the sake of uniformity in narrative structure or whatnot.

One other thing that stands out upon reflection are scenes of primarily dialogue, with very little physical setting described to ground them in. Oftentimes I'm concerned with grounding everything in a physical setting--describing exactly where the characters are, what they're doing, how they're sitting or standing or feeling, as they talk. Perhaps this is because physical descriptions were once one of my greatest weaknesses, at least in writing a scene. Of course it's important to ground things in a physical setting and to describe things clearly. But only if it's important. That is, when the key point of a certain scene is the content of the dialogue, perhaps the setting is not so important then. Quick, back-and-forth dialogue without awkward insertions of, "He looked at the ground," or "She bit her lip," (although those kinds of lines have their place, if used correctly) can be far more effective and entertaining, as the pace picks up with the reader concentrating on the words exchanged. Also, while a description of a physical setting can be minimized, it can still be mentioned within the dialogue--a quick, clever way to set a cursory image within the reader's mind.

Next on the reading list are some of Ursula LeGuin's books, Wicked, and Poe's tales.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Okay, as of this morning I have a brand new rough story outline. The last things are completely disjointed and will probably see great change, but having this really helps for where I am now. Which is, Chapter 5. Chapters 1, 2, and 4 are more or less fine for this draft, Chapter 3 needs a ton of revision but I'm leaving that for later, and so now I'm working on Chapter 5.

Still have trouble pinning down K's voice. Is she taciturn and clipped or freely sarcastic? I want both, but I haven't figured out how to balance it.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Back home in Ohio! It's so green, and the sky is so blue, and the windows are not gray with pollution. Wow. No sound of traffic or neighbors' voices, no more crazy humidity and high temperatures, no more cockroaches anywhere, and very few mosquitoes, thank goodness. On the downside, there are still bugs--a large black ant was crawling on my leg while I lay in bed reading manga, and I proceeded to flick it from my leg and whack it with an LSAT book, to little avail since it was on my bed, and then I took some tissue and killed it. Yay. I vacuumed up a bunch of dead bugs in the upstairs rooms and felt relieved.

Drinking directly from a faucet again. It feels strange. Super absorbent toilet paper, three squares of which are the equal of four thin sheets of toilet paper in Taiwan.

I went running outside yesterday morning while the sky was still black outside. It was 3 a.m., I was jetlagged and out of shape, and the electricity had gone out, so I decided it was time to do some exercise. I ran a mile really slowly. 11 minutes and 45 seconds. =_= Today I waited until there was some daylight, around 6:30 a.m., and ran the same distance in 11 minutes and 8 seconds. I'm getting back into shape!

Today I did laundry. Oh, the dryer is wonderful. In Taiwan, we hung up the laundry outside to dry, since we didn't have a dryer, and the clothes would feel all stiff and crinkly afterwards, and you'd have to iron it if you didn't want it to look wrinkled. Today I pulled the clothes out of the dryer--soft clothes!--and folded them, and that was that. Bliss.

To end, an article that perfectly details my unproductiveness in writing: "What Took You So Long? The quiet hell of 10 years of novel-writing."


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Feeling sick again, but hopefully I won't actually get sick, seeing that I was just sick last week (for all of 2-3 days).

Grad school news is finalized: I'm going to Yale next year for my MA in East Asian Studies, and then Purdue the year after that for my MFA in Creative Writing (Purdue is a three-year program). I can still hardly believe my good fortune in Purdue agreeing to let me defer. They must really like me, right? In sum, my application results have ended in a best-case scenario, somehow. (And I have full funding on both programs, did I mention that? I'll have to teach at Purdue, but that will be a good experience, or so I'd like to believe.)

Thursday, April 15, 2010

My nose isn't just a leaky faucet. It's a freaking waterfall. Gaaaaaaah. I am sick as a dog, sick like a log stuck in a bog lost in the fog.

In other news, nice blog post on willpower here. BIC. Butt In Chair. I like that.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

I wrote a 7-page short story in Chinese as my final paper for Chinese class last quarter. Despite coming up with it on the spur of the moment, and despite no one being able to understand what was really going on in it, I thought it had actual potential (the premise: when the world forgets how to read). So tonight I did a quick rough translation of it into English. And whoa. The story idea is still not bad, I think, but whoa. I wince. Everything has to be completely rewritten, starting with the tone. It's one thing to write like a crazy person in Chinese where I misuse and abuse the language horribly, I'm sure, but knowing exactly what I sound like in English, I just can't keep up the crazy person tone for an entire story. That's why there are only short scenes told from K's POV in my novel, and I still have trouble deciding how crazy she should sound.

Also, I need to stop playing mindless games like Minesweeper and this matching game in the HP game Purble Place. Gaaah. Such a waste of time.

Reading a fanfic online tonight, I found I was annoyed by this use of the ellipse: "For the first time, he felt something like...hope." The line already gets its own paragraph. I think there's an implied emphasis on hope even without the ellipse. Let's look at it ellipse-less: "For the first time, he felt something like hope." Much smoother, mmm.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Oh yeah, so this is why I need more angst in my life--so that I can write

Friend A was somewhat offended that Friend B had told all their other friends about her (Friend B's) problems a while ago and only now chose to include her (Friend A) in her confidence. I wrote to Friend B, "Well, now she knows how it feels to be left out of the loop when everyone else knows."

As I typed these words, bitterness I thought I had conquered three years ago welled up like bile in my throat, irrepressible and undeniable. An old wound of betrayal, scarred into an ugly shape; a memory that will never be happy; a thousand regrets. They clog my senses with salted pain. Go away, I whisper. Ghosts of the past have no place lingering in the daylight of today and tomorrow. Go away. The apparition remains. I close my eyes.