Clarion, Last Day

Move out is tomorrow.  I'll pack up my collection of too-much stuff and drive back to my parents' house, where I'll be living for the time being. 

The last six weeks have been brain-meltingly fantastic.  I can't remember the last time I was so sleep deprived and simultaneously caffeinated, but neither can I remember a time have ever worked harder in my life.  (The only possible exception would be during Latin on the second go-round.  I wanted to learn it then.)  My sense of constructing a story has grown to an unbelievable degree. 

I don't think I was expecting quite such extreme growth.  I've learned more about writing in six weeks than I did in the last four years (at a hugely successful and innovative university-level writing program).  It wouldn't have happened--or at least been so dramatic--if everyone who'd gotten in wasn't an incredible writer.  One woman's story (that was written while here), she got it critiqued, went home, revised it in two days, sent it off, and within the week Strange Horizons had emailed her saying they'd be pleased to publish it.  To my knowledge no one else has sent stories out, but I know in my bones that there are at minimum several more stories from these people that will be published in the not-so-distant future.  Everyone in this program is an incredible writer.  

All this to say: if you're a speculative fiction writer, apply to Clarion.  If you're worried about the price, apply for a scholarship.  The return is incredible.  Clarion is worth whatever you put into it and more. 

Asked and answered

Croatoan asked: How do you get into the mindset to write?

Depends how blocked I'm feeling.  Sometimes in the evening I can sit down and jam out pages and pages of words for hours.  Other times, I need music.  A handful of specific songs or a short album set on repeat.  Sometimes I have to go and find new music before I can settle down to write.

At my most desperate, though, I have to stand up from my computer and go to my bookshelf.  Pull my most loved books off the shelf (only stand-alones or the first in a series, though) and read the first line.  Just the first sentence, then move on to the next book.  Anthologies or short story collections are good for that.  Lots of firsts in a relatively short amount of space.

I think looking at the first sentence or first paragraph of stories you really love is crucial to figuring out how an author did what you want to do, anyway.  It's a good starting point.  Once I've already read a story or book I can go back to the beginning and not get (as) caught up in the emotional journey.  I can take a (small) step back and look at what the author does in terms of world- or character-building, how fast they do it, whether they start with description or dialogue, etc.

Last night as I was battling the blank page, I turned to "The Coldest Girl in Coldtown" by Holly Black. (I do own The Poison Eaters, but it's at my parents' house in San Diego at the moment.)

Ode to Insanity

(Inter)National Novel Writing Month started yesterday. (Nanowrimo for short.) During the month of November, from midnight on the first to 11:59:59 on the thirtieth, thousands and thousands of people all across the world live off coffee and craziness in order to jam out a 50,000 word novella. This'll be the first year in four that I won't be participating, and yes, it makes me sad. Last year I wrote a story about a girl who dropped out of university and moved up to Morrow Bay. She met a pair of siblings that turned out to be immortal twins who'd originally been born in the ancient Roman Republic. The brother was a surfer and the sister was just... cool.

I want to participate this year, but I just won't have time. Sunshinebucket is visiting until tomorrow evening, and then on Friday morning I'm flying out to spend the weekend in Paris with an old friend. The weekend after that I'm meeting a different friend in Berlin, and in the midst of all that I still have to figure out how to keep up with classes.

(Classes are exhausting. I'm signing up for reading and creative writing classes next semester, and bully for anyone who can enjoy classes that aren't a part of their major. I miss my school-sanctioned writing time.)