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Jun. 2nd, 2016 01:05 pm
wshaffer: (pencil)
So, for the past few months, I've been experimenting with taking a little time on Sunday to set myself some goals for the week. Nothing terribly fancy: I just take a few minutes to jot down 3-4 things that I want to focus on during the week in a note on my phone, and then I glance at the note every morning to remind myself about my goals. I have two reasons for doing this. One is to try to increase the proportion of my work time spent on tasks that are truly important, rather than just urgent-seeming. The other is to reduce my anxiety about the fact that I can't get everything done all at once.

So far, it seems to be working. I won't say that it's life-changing, but I do feel like I'm spending my time a bit better.

The most challenging part, though, is picking the goals. Sometimes it's pretty obvious (like I've got a big deadline coming up), other times it's more nebulous. Sometimes I've found myself just jotting down something for the sake of having a goal.

At the beginning of this week, I hit on something that I think improved the quality of my goals substantially. Instead of asking, "What are my goals this week?" I asked myself, "If I imagine at the end of this week that I'm sitting down to a nice dinner with my friends and loved-ones, and one of them asks me, 'How was your week?', what would I like to be able to say?"

Thinking of things in terms of "Where do I want Future-Me to be?" really seems to help. I've got to set half-year goals at work soon, a task that I always find a bit tricky, and I might just approach it by writing the performance evaluation that I want to be able to write for myself at the end of the year. (That would have the additional bonus that if I followed through, I'd have a first draft of my performance self-evaluation, which I also hate writing.)
I wrote a remarkably effective* flirtation scene last night in the work in progress. Only problem is, it was between my protagonist and the elf she's not supposed to be attracted to**.

[Elf Dude]***, step up your game. You've got competition.

At least my human love interest is staying in the game by being awkwardly sweet, which is one of the few areas in which a 15-year-old boy can trump an elf hands down. (Elves never do anything awkwardly, and most of them can't manage "sweet" to save their lives.)

*"Remarkably effective" in this context may mean "didn't make me cringe". Jeez, teen romance is hard.

**"Not supposed to be attracted to" in relative terms, admittedly. All the elves in this book are sexy.

***No, he still doesn't have a name. Which really would hamper anyone's flirtation skills.
So, I've just passed 100 long-hand pages written in the current novel-in-progress, a.k.a Summoner (serious working title), a.k.a How I Went to Elf Camp and Didn't Get Laid (snarky working title). That probably works out to roughly 20,000 words. What particularly pleases me is that I've made it this far without getting bored or completely running out of plot ideas, which is what has happened at about 10,000 to 15,000 words in to every previous novel I've attempted, including a previous incarnation of Summoner.

I'm not sure if I've matured as a writer, or if I've just developed more sheer bloody-minded determination. Or if there's a difference.

My coworkers have started to notice my habit of using my lunch breaks to work on my novel. One of them is now writing poetry on her lunch breaks. This is kind of awesome.

Also, I need to make more time to type up my drafts. I've got maybe 300 words of this transcribed to a text file. I really shouldn't wait until I've drafted the whole darn thing to type the rest.

Also, I suck at names. 20,000 words in, two significant characters appear in the text only as "[Elf Dude]" and "[Bad Elf]".

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Sep. 15th, 2011 11:26 am
wshaffer: (tea-or-book)
So, most of you have already seen Rachel Manija Brown and Sherwood Smith's post, Say Yes to Gay YA, in which they describe how an agent offered them representation for their YA novel on the condition that they either make a gay POV character straight or remove his POV from the book. I'd been intending to make a post about this myself, except that I hadn't thought of much to say beyond, "Really? Shit like this happens in 2011?" and perhaps to witter a bit about my current thoughts on the sexual orientation of characters in my current work-in-progress. (One of the major male characters may be bisexual. I'm not entirely certain at this point if I as the writer haven't figured out his sexuality or if he as the character hasn't figured out his sexuality.)

But now Colleen Lindsay has posted a guest post by Joanna Stampfel-Volpe, who claims to be the agent in question. And the way she tells it, she asked for the character's sexuality to be toned down because she wanted the book to be revised to target the middle-grade market, which meant that everyone's sexuality needed to be toned down; and she suggested cutting down on a couple of the POV characters, because there were too many POVs.

I'll admit, there were enough simple factual discrepancies between Brown and Smith's account and Stampfel-Volpe's that my first thought was that maybe she wasn't actually the agent in question. However, Sherwood Smith has confirmed that she is.

So, now we're left with something that illustrates one of my favorite intellectual obsessions: that human communication is complicated. The gap between what one party thought they said and what the other party heard is huge. On the one hand, it's worth noting that just because Stampfel-Volpe presents very plausible seeming editorial reasons for the requested revisions, doesn't mean that bias wasn't a factor. In this day and age, bias, particularly unconscious bias, usually cloaks itself as a reasonable objection. Just as an analogy, if you look at employment discrimination against women in technical fields, female candidates are rarely explicitly rejected because they are female. They get rejected because there's some minor gap in their technical skills that would be overlooked if they were male, or because they just don't seem like good personality fit with the rest of the team, or whatever.

On the flip side, authors obviously have tremendous psychological incentive to dismiss criticism of their work by attributing it to bad motives. Neither Brown nor Smith are noobs at this writing business, so I wouldn't expect them to fall prey to this kind of thing easily, but we all have our blind spots and bad days.

All the parties involved have asked that people focus on the bigger and important issue of gay representation in YA fiction rather than taking sides. But since the whole question of "How is it that there is so frequently a gigantic gap between what people think they say and what other people hear?" is a recurring obsession of mine, I had to comment on that aspect briefly.

As for the bigger issue: Write stories with gay characters. Read stories with gay characters. Talk about
stories with gay characters. Have I missed anything?

Edited to add: as confirmed in the comments over on [livejournal.com profile] swan_tower's excellent post on the subject, Joanna Stampfel-Volpe was, in fact, not the agent in question, but works at the same agency and, I guess, was privy to the discussions to some degree. Which...well, let me put it this way - if it's easy to deceive yourself about your own motivations, it's even easier to put the best possible spin on the words and actions of a colleague whose professional reputation you're defending. I'm now more certain than I was before that Stampfel-Volpe is telling the truth as she understands it, but much less certain that her account really reflects what happened during those discussions.
This song is currently penciled in as the soundtrack song for the thrillingly climactic battle scene in my current novel-in-progress. Which would probably mean more if I actually knew at this point what was going to happen during the thrillingly climactic battle scene beyond, "Three 15-year-olds take on the full power of Elfland, and win. Somehow."

This is the Mission U.K., with "And the Dance Goes On":

So, I've been working on a novel for a little while now*, and have also been putting together a writing playlist. My protagonist is a teenager, and so the playlist heavily features music that I listened to when I was her age. Most of it is stuff that has remained favorite music through the years, although I've also unearthed a few forgotten faves.

An unexpected side effect of this has been having the occasional song knock loose some astonishingly vivid sense memories.

The first one was particularly random: I was lying in bed, listening to the album Children by the Mission U.K., and suddenly had an extremely vivid sense memory of the smell of the cassette insert. Children had this rather elaborate shiny insert with all the lyrics printed on it in faux calligraphy, and it had this very distinctive musty varnish-y smell. I used to spend hours as a teenager lying on the floor, listening to this album and reading the lyrics. (I had a stereo system with the speakers on the floor - if I turned the music up loud enough and lay on the floor, I could feel it as well as hear it.) It was about half a lifetime ago that I replaced the cassette with a CD (with odorless insert), and I've listened to the album countless times since without thinking about that smell.

A couple of days later, I heard the opening line of "Add It Up" by the Violent Femmes, and experienced an instant flash of humid summer afternoons, the taste of Nehi grape soda, and an atmosphere of unresolved sexual tension. (I keep wanting to turn this into the world's worst advertising slogan: "Nehi grape soda - the taste of humid summer afternoons and unresolved sexual tension.")

It's not unusual for songs to trigger memories, but it is unusual when a song completely bypasses verbal memory and goes straight to something like smell or taste. Have you ever had a song trigger a memory like that?

* I also seem to have reached a level of confidence in the project that I feel that I can talk about it without it popping like a soap bubble. Mostly.

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