Just a reminder that the blog has moved to my new official author page ptdilloway.blogspot.com on Blogger. So head over there and be sure to “Follow” me!
If you’re interested, this blog has 264 posts and wound up with 8472 views. There were 1337 comments, most of which were by me responding to other people.
Now you know…and knowing’s half the battle!
Today is the last post on this blog. I’ll give you a minute to weep and gnash your teeth and rent your clothes and whatnot. And here’s some spoiler space for the big announcement:
Wait for it…
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Stay on target…
Here we go…
Introducing the all-new and totally freaking awesome Grumpy Bulldog’s Blog! Yes it’s a new blog, a new location, but the same attitude. The new blog will still feature stuff about writing when I feel like doing that, but it’ll also be more open to discussing other topics: books, movies, music, TV, politics, or whatever is grinding my gears at the moment.
I could have just changed the title of this blog, but I thought I’d move back to Blogger because:
- Most of the people I know use Blogger
- It’s easier to follow with the Google Connect thingy
- I can then put all my other blogs under one umbrella, so that people will stop looking at all my blogs and wondering which one to follow.
So it’s all about rebranding, synergy, changing paradigms, and all those buzzwords business people like to throw around to sound cool. Be sure to change your bookmarks to the new address.
See you there!
At the end of August I watched “Plan 9 From Outer Space”, which is consistently rated as one of the worst films ever made. (Although as I Tweeted, I didn’t find it as awful as “The Human Centipede” or “Troll” for that matter.) After the movie I watched the companion documentary because I was bored and I didn’t think the documentary would be longer than the freaking movie.
Between that and Tim Burton’s “Ed Wood” you get a pretty good idea about Plan 9’s director, Edward D. Wood. Basically he was a guy who had a lot of passion and enthusiasm but no training and very little talent. He could write a whole movie script in two weeks, but that script would probably be terrible. He was a lot more concerned with getting shots in the can than making sure those shots were any good, or even consistent.
It would be interesting if Ed Wood were transported into the modern world. With the cheapness of computer effects, he could probably get a ten-picture deal with Syfy to make terrible movies about Super Piranha vs. Mega Shark Squid or whatever. Or he could get some great cat videos posted on YouTube and become an Internet sensation.
The point though is first of all that enthusiasm does not equal talent. Just because you can write a lot of words on a computer screen, doesn’t mean any of those words will be any good. And you can try and try and try to get published, but maybe at some point you’ll have to realize that it’s not all an evil conspiracy against you; it might be that you just aren’t very good! The problem is that people as enthusiastic and passionate as an Ed Wood usually can’t see that they suck, like all those people on the first couple episodes of “American Idol.”
The other point gets back to something I mentioned on the Labor Day post. A big part of Wood’s problem was that he didn’t spend much time on his creations. He winged off a script in two weeks. He shot the script in another two weeks. Then maybe edited it in another two weeks. Most movies (at least these days) take a year or two to finish production, except those awful “Saw” movies that Wood also could have had some fun with. Maybe if Wood had spent two years on Plan 9 or any of his other terrible movies he could have made them good, or at least passable. For that matter, if instead of just driving out to Hollywood he had actually gone to film school, maybe he could have learned how to make good movies. That’s not to say he would have been Hitchcock or Bergman, but he might not be in the conversation for “Worst Director Ever.” Then again, if he were a good-not-great director would he have a cult of followers, a documentary, and a feature film about him? Probably not. So maybe being terrible is good if you’re really, really terrible.
The thing is, though, if you really love your story then you should take the time to make it as special as possible. Not to say everyone who works fast is terrible. Rod Serling could write “Twilight Zone” scripts just as fast and he was a genius. So there.
Monday: Everything You Know About This Blog is WRONG!!!
A couple months ago I was reading Ethan Cooper’s review of Nabokov’s “Laughter in the Dark” and one thing Coop notes is that “the Nab” was 33 at the time of writing it and so the work did not quite match up to his earlier works.
You can notice this a lot in authors who have been around for a while. For instance when I read my favorite author John Irving’s books, I noticed his first novel “Setting Free the Bears” seemed far different than his later books. It actually seemed more like a Kurt Vonnegut book than a book by the guy who wrote “The World According to Garp” and “The Cider House Rules.” I suppose that made sense because Irving wasn’t even 30 yet when that first novel came out and he had learned under Vonnegut at the Iowa Writer’s Workshop. It took him until his fourth novel (the aforementioned Garp) before he found his voice.
The same thing happened when I read Richard Russo’s first novel “Mohawk” after reading his other novels, including the Pulitzer-winning “Empire Falls.” The pieces were all in place of dealing with a small town and its colorful denizens, but the “mature touch” as Coop called it wasn’t there yet.
This is something that a lot of people don’t understand about writing. It takes time to find your voice, that storytelling style that may not be unique but is at least comfortable for you. Naïve people think you can just sit down and start writing a great novel. But really even with the greats (especially with the greats) it takes a few times around the block before they can come into their own.
That’s also a good thing to remember when you’re feeling beaten-down by the rejection process. Maybe this novel isn’t the one, but maybe someday you’ll get it right and find that mature touch to make a great novel. Though this grumpy bulldog would say that’s still not very likely.
Friday’s entry: More inspirational posts thanks to Edward D. Wood, Jr…
As you would expect of a grumpy bulldog, I’m not big on the euphemisms. I say I’m fat not “chubby” or “pleasantly plump.” I say black not “African American” or Indian not “Native American.” I say midget not “little person.” In part because I’m a grumpy bulldog and in part because no one calls me a “European American” or “Germanic American” or any shit like that, so why do I have to tiptoe around eggshells for them?
Anyway, this is going somewhere. There’s a movement out there to refer to self-publishing as “indie publishing.” For instance on Twitter I follow the “Indie Book Collective” that’s made up of self-published authors like Mr. Pagel’s favorite, Rachel in the OC. The idea behind this is to make self-publishing sound classier like indie movies and indie music. After all, America is all about independence, isn’t it?
Except I think “indie publishing” is misleading. There are actual independent publishers. Those would be the publishers who are not Random House or the other Big [However Many] in the industry. Books published by the small presses are the real “indie books” not Rachel in the OC’s self-published opus recycling “I Love Lucy” scripts.
Does it really matter? I think it does. The euphemism is designed to mislead the consumer. As I said, “indie” sounds a lot classier than “self-published.” Self-published sounds like I’m some crackpot who went to Staples and Xeroxed a bunch of pages and stapled them together. On the REM early years greatest hits disc, Michael Stipe tells a story about a guy who had boxes of a self-published book called “Life and How to Live It” in his house; the books were only discovered after the guy died. That’s how people think of self-publishing. Indie publishing makes it sound like I’m the literary version of Quentin Tarantino or Kevin Smith or something. Which maybe I am! (Southwest Airlines would make me buy two seats on their planes too, though when I rip them in a Tweet no one would care.)
Is there really a difference? Yes! In true “indie publishing” there’s someone else to do the editing, the cover design, and so forth, just like the big publishers. With self-publishing I’m doing it all myself. Or maybe I’m conning some friends to help me or buying a package from Lulu or Createspace or whoever. The point being that in self-publishing the only quality control is my standards, whereas in truly indie publishing there’s someone else to help filter out the shit. It’s called self-publishing because I’m submitting it to Lulu or Createspace or Kindle mySELF, with no intermediary.
So let’s cut the bullshit. Rachel in the OC, you’re self-published. So am I. Wear that label proudly. Or not. But quit trying to pull the wool over people’s eyes and taking away from the truly independent publishers. Maybe if enough people start calling themselves self-published it can become a good word, like how gay people adopted “queer” as their own and turned it from a slur into a common word.
Wednesday: Who’s got the touch? The Nab!
You may not remember back in this post where I identified my goals for the summer. Gee, I was way off!
I did complete the story I was working on at the time: A New Beginning, Chronicles of Batpooh State Volume 1. No, there won’t be a volume 2. I think I mentioned in another entry that finishing this story was a real chore because I lost my motivation to write it. But at least I did finish it, so I got that going for me. It ended around 60,000 words I think.
I also did #1 on my goals list. The Scarlet Knight Volume 6 reboot turned into The Night’s Legacy. That story was much more fun to work on. Though the ironic part to me is that the parts not involving superheroics were a lot more fun to write. Once it got into all the superhero-action story stuff I lost interest in reading it. The end I think would need a little work because those epic action sequences I find difficult to choreograph. Also I think the villain needs a little work. Overall it’s the kind of story that would need a second draft to maybe get sorted out. Or it just needs a reboot. Reboot of the reboot! It ended up at 98,000 words, which bummed me out because I just missed 100,000.
That was all I did from the goals on that list. Last year I did a lot better than that, maybe because I was more focused. Also more motivated. A trend I’ve noticed since 2007 is that even years I’m a lot more productive than odd years. In 2007 I hardly wrote anything. In 2008 I wrote both drafts of Where You Belong. In 2009 I wrote the first three Scarlet Knight stories, which was pretty good but I wrote the other 5 in 2010 along with a graphic novel script, a rewrite of the first one, a prequel, and another whole novel besides! Then in 2011 it’s another dip in productivity. Which means 2012 will probably be really busy!
As far as what I did accomplish, instead of all that stuff, I wrote the first five chapters of a fantasy story before deciding I should take some time later to actually read fantasy–what a concept!–and then instead of working on that I wrote this Back to Life story. That wound up at 88,000 words, which was a lot longer than I thought it would get based on the first few chapters. So overall I wrote maybe 200,000 words this summer. That’s a lot compared to some people, but if you look at the stats for last year it’s a big drop.
Getting back to motivation, I found the stories I actually wrote this summer to go a lot better than the others. I guess I’m an inherently selfish person because the stories I wrote because I wanted to write them went a lot better than stories where I tried to sell out and worried about writing them for someone else. I still think I could write for other people, but a little financial inducement would help. If someone offered me money to write something, then I’d be a lot more motivated to do it, because again I’m selfish and I like money. So there.
Anyway, I keep saying I should probably take a break from writing anything for a little while, but I’ve found when I’m not working on something I get all antsy, especially on weekends. I think I’m one of those type-A people when it comes to that. Too bad I don’t have that kind of work ethic at my actual job.
I’m not going to set any autumn goals and don’t even talk to me about that Nano shit. Oy, that’s all we’re going to hear about on writing blogs for the next two months! It’s even worse than when everyone was doing that lame “A-Z Challenge” thing.
That is all.