Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Friday, October 14, 2011

Writer's Dice Prototype Ordered


You've heard me talk about Writer's Dice before, but I decided this week I'd bite the bullet and launch a Kickstarter in November, hopefully with enough time to ship out the dice in time for the holidays.

Above is the design for the prototype. As you can see, these dice are still usable as standard d6s. The prototype should be in around the 27th at the latest. If you have some feedback on this design before then, please leave a comment!

Be on the lookout for more updates. This will be a very short campaign, maybe only three weeks. $5 a die. Nice and simple stocking stuffer for the writer/gamer in your life. Get excited!

Friday, June 24, 2011

He says "She says…"


Becky Chambers' recent article "A Few Good Chells" is an honest, refreshing perspective on third- and first-person gaming. Specifically, the importance of protagonists' gender and how that importance is diminished or enhanced depending on third- or first-person interface. It's a great read.

Of particular note is her childhood experience of choosing female video game characters even though they didn't fit her preferred style of gameplay. The best parts are when she's trying to explain video games to her mom and why this all means so much to her. Mom sums it up wisely: “It’s not so much about wanting to be female as it is about wanting to be you. And you are female.

In general, I try not to start big, serious internet discussions about race or gender in gaming. The subject draws a lot of heat, but little gets produced. Many of my friends dive vigorously into those discussions, but I'm content to sit out. I find it much more satisfying to just make my own games and let them speak for themselves. Still, in light of the article, I couldn't help but reflect on my two published games. I made some deliberate choices in each that must be saying something, yeah?

Both Happy Birthday, Robot! and Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple could be considered something like a third-person game. Most role-playing games assume a first-person perspective, wherein players to some extent inhabit their characters as they engage the fictional world. Heck, you could say that's what defines a role-playing game. (Though that's a whole other discussion, to be sure.) But no, in my games I put you, the player, outside of the protagonist in the story. You are you. The protagonist is the protagonist. Call it a holdover from years of abstract board game design.

In Happy Birthday, Robot!, you and the other players share control over a story about Robot's birthday. I specifically chose "Robot" as the central character because Robot is gender-neutral. I wanted a girl or boy to both be able to bond with Robot equally. I do find it odd how often players assume Robot is male, though. Perhaps I was a little naive? Well, either way, that was why the game was called Happy Birthday, Robot! and not Happy Birthday, Princess! (Also, the combination of "happy birthday" and "robot" had very good SEO opportunity.)

In Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple, each player gets to control his or her own character in the story. So now if you want your hero to be male or female (or a robot), that's up to you. Still, in the game instructions I chose to use the female pronoun in all general contexts. I wasn't trying to make a profound political statement. I just thought, "Why not?" Interesting to note that the only comment I ever got on that choice was one player reading a playtest document. He saw the consistent use of "she," and asked whether all pilgrims were female. "Nope," I said. And that was the last peep I heard on the subject.

I guess that "Why not?" impulse also influences my decisions when it comes to art direction and cover design. Why is the cover character on Greg Stolze's REIGN a woman? Why not? Why a woman on the cover of J.R. Blackwell's Shelter in Place? Why not? Okay, I do have more substantial reasons behind those design choices, but mainly I try to break out of default assumptions about game protagonists. If for nothing else, it makes honest marketing sense: Cool characters in compelling contexts will draw fans of all stripes. (Just ask the adult male fans of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.)

Soooo, yeah. Just some idle thoughts, I guess. No cohesive commentary. If you want to read more on this subject, check out "Intro to GLaDOS 101," about a professor assigning Portal on his class's reading list. Turns out many didn't even notice that the character they inhabited was female. "It came as a surprise to a couple of the guys--'What, what? A chick?'"

» Photo CC BY-NC-ND 2.0 Danny Duarte

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Last Day of the Typo Hunt [Do: Pilgrims of the Flying Temple]


Many, many thanks to those who generously spent time scouring the PDF this week to find typos and grammatical errors. The overall sentiment has been "This book looks great! It was lots of fun to read! Now, here are twenty typos I found." Hey, at least you had enough fun reading the book to bother finding those typos!

I have a hardcopy printout of the document, with handwritten notes for consolidating all the edits in one place and each typo-hunter's name written on the front page. Not a super high-tech process, but it works. There was surprisingly little overlap between people's edits, so I'm very confident that the final book will be mostly error-free.

Tonight is the last night to submit any typos and claim a star next to your donor credit. My apologies if I don't reply to you, but a LOT are coming in really fast. I'll do my best to make sure all typo-hunters are accounted for and credited.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Moving Away From Science Fiction and Fantasy

I loved fantasy and science fiction, and I thought I still did. But sometimes when one looks back, you start seeing a pattern emerging, and well, you notice how all the little things have come together to tell you something huge.

I am no longer a fantasy/sci-fi fan like I used to be.

I mean, I used to be such a huge science fiction and fantasy guy. I still have boxes full of science fiction and fantasy novels, short story collections and the like, and a lot of movies on VHS. I started my journey into fantasy with Terry Pratchett back when I was eleven, and I read everything I could get my hands on by him. I then moved into a wider world of genre fiction as I grew older, hitting many of the classic authors before I headed to university... Douglas Adams, H.G. Wells, Ellison, Bradbury etc. And I enjoyed programs and movies in those genres as well. For instance, I can't tell you how many times I watched Willow as a child, but it was quite a bit.

There is that dark period I will refer to as the Piers Anthony year, which I will not speak of except to note that in retrospect, being upset at 16 that I felt I would never be as great a writer as he who shall no longer be named after reading Refugee. Then I read Stand on Zanzibar and a lot of the New Wave of science fiction, and those notions of idolizing that man were quickly dissolved.

Then I entered university, and I think that is the point when things started to slowly change for me. I was exposed to a wider variety of literary traditions and critical styles, and while I still read a lot of sf and fantasy, this was clearly where myself and this kind of genre fiction began to part company, and not in a condescending way. I just think that I moved away from science fiction and fantasy proper. At no point did I think that I deserved better or that it lacked merit. I just found myself drawn to other kinds of literature and narratives.

Aside from science fiction in parodying animation, like Futurama and The Venture Brothers, I haven't really been watching science fiction/fantasy based television. When I think about it, there are only two science fiction themes that still keep my interest, time travel and robots/mechs. Other than those two, I am almost indifferent to science fiction these days, and it happened so gradually that it was only when thinking about where I am now that I could finally admit it to myself.

Let's look at a quick checklist of recent series I've never watched:

Firefly (the Whedonverse in general), Doctor Who, Heroes, Battlestar Galactica, Stargate, Farscape, V (the new one... I saw the original back when syndicated stations used to pick up old minis and recycle them)

I was even looking back at my top 25 list for the PS2, and aside from Ratchet and Clank, Disgaea, and TimeSplitters, which are all also funny, the entire list pretty much leans towards more contemporary, real world settings or tie-ins to existing media.

It was a shift rather than a break, because in the broadest terms, I still love genre narratives.... I just moved on to a different set of them (action/spy/mystery/crime). In retrospect, the fact that the Night Watch novels of Pratchett quickly became my favorites because they were police procedurals rather than straight up fantasy novels should have been a huge clue to me.

I hope that you, my geek brethren, can still accept me for who I am.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Christ, What An Asshole Redux: Verse Edition

I've been infatuated with this whole "Christ, What an Asshole" phenomenon ever since I heard about it, and after writing about it myself last week, well, I started thinking what else could you apply it to.

It had to be something relatively short that the addition of that phrase or variation there of would have a good impact on the final meaning.

Then it hit me. Of course, it could be done with poetry. So, I thought of a few poems off the top of my head to try it on, and here are the results.

The first poem that immediately sprang to mind when this little experiment popped into my head was "Footprints" by 1 of 70 different people. We've all heard it before in one form or another, and I think the addition of that phrase brings something new to the experience.

One night I had a dream--
I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord
and across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints,
one belonged to me and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that many times along the path of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.
This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you would walk with me all the way,
but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of footprints.
"I don't understand why in times when I needed you most,
you should leave me."
The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child,
I love you and I would never, never leave you
during your times of trial and suffering.
"When you saw only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."
And I replied "Christ, What an Asshole."


Now wasn't that lovely.

And I would be remiss if I didn't mention William Carlos Williams, who had a brilliant career as a free verse poet. Let's go with "This Is Just To Say".

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

you are likely
thinking
Christ
what an asshole


My, that was educational, and so minimalist. But I think I can go even more minimal.

How about, "In a Station of the Metro" by Ezra Pound

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Christ, What an Asshole.


Yeah. Now, what about something longer. Let's go with "Chicago" by Carl Sandburg


Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your
painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: yes, it is true I have seen
the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women
and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my
city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be
alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall
bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted
against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his
ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked,
sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
And Christ, What an Asshole!


Now, let's shoot some fish in a barrel: "The Suicide Kid" by Charles Bukowski

I went to the worst of bars
hoping to get
killed.
but all I could do was to
get drunk
again.
worse, the bar patrons even
ended up
liking me.
there I was trying to get
pushed over the dark
edge
and I ended up with
free drinks
while somewhere else
some poor
son-of-a-bitch was in a hospital
bed,
tubes sticking out all over
him
as he fought like hell
to live.
nobody would help me
die as
the drinks kept
coming,
as the next day
waited for me
with its steel clamps,
its stinking
anonymity,
its incogitant
attitude.
death doesn't always
come running
when you call
it,
not even if you
call it
from a shining
castle
or from an ocean liner
or from the best bar
on earth (or the
worst).
such impertinence
only makes the gods
hesitate and
delay.
ask me: I'm
72.
And Christ,
what an Asshole.


And let's end this with some rhyme and form. Rudyard Kipling's "If-"

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run--
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--Christ, what an asshole you'll be, my son!


So are you can see, this thing can go a lot wider and a lot deeper than merely a funny little alteration to a comic strips everywhere. I may be back with a further use of this little trick sometime in the future.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Script Frenzy

I was going to write a post claiming that Uwe Boll was planning to remake the Super Mario Brothers movie, but that would have been mean and totally wrecked my credibility as a pop culture blogger(and I have so little to use up anyway, so it is better that I don't indulge in April Fools' jokes).

Anyway, for the past 16 months, I have been working on getting a television sitcom pilot written, I thought that I should get some practice writing in that format before I create something for a professional audience.

So I was pleased when I received an email announcing something that seemed right up my alley in terms of practice.

The same people behind National Novel Writing Month created a new site for Aprils for screenwriting called Script Frenzy.

I am going to try to write an horror comedy over the course of the month of April. I mean, I like grindhouse horror and I like black humor in my movies, so hey, it seems like a winner to me.

So, is anyone else going to join in? My username is historyis.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Friday Favorite: The Importance of History in Fiction: A personal commentary

Who would have believed I was still as much of a cranky old man a few years as I am today?

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I was a history major in university, and I am sure more than a few of my readers think the subject is quite frankly boring, but it is still something that fascinates me to this day.

And much like those experts in forensic science that wince when they watch CSI, the physicists who cringe when watching science fiction and the lawyers who shake their heads at every legal drama, I too recoil in horror when I encounter the lack of historical thinking that occurs in the work of a lot of science fiction/fantasy authors and filmmakers.

From most of the writing books I have ever read, one of the key points is usually always something akin to "know the world you are writing about", and from my viewing/reading habits, well, it seems like these creators just don't have that good of an understanding of the history of their settings and societies. They make elementary mistakes which are clear to someone who has studied the development of cultures, technologies and nations, mistakes which seriously put the rest of the premise they are trying to present under immense strain.

Usually when you are introduced to a character and a plot, well, the details behind how we got to this particular point are usually very sketchy. You may be presented with a few relevant bits and pieces from the immediate past(like the fact that a war has just taken place), but the steps the society took to get to that point are woefully inadequate to support the story, or what's worse, the causality of the events make absolutely no sense from a historical point of view, like in fantasy books, having almost every character be literate when they've grown up in a society that has no books. Or having a science fiction universe where every planet is one culture, language, religion and race, or in fantasy where a hero can go from one end of a continent to another and can converse with everyone in the same language without explaining that there may be a universal language that transcends the vernacular(like Latin amongst the educated classes in Europe for centuries). I know it is easier to write a story when you don't have to worry about those pesky little details like having to deal with a cosmopolitan society, but it makes me die a little inside every time I see it.

And when they show some of these places, it is like they just pulled that planet/city/empire out of a shrinkwrapped box and plopped it in there. Sure, the buildings may be burned out or falling apart, but when you look at the places they occupy, well, it is like someone just put them up yesterday, like it is some odd futuristic version of a Levittown. There is nothing organic about these places, they don't feel lived in. And in fantasy, there are castles, but you never read about the wars and interregional rivalries that caused them to be built.

There are also those allegorical tales that use certain Earth-based historical events, figures and nations as the basis of their societies (Nazi Germany/Soviet Russia were used quite a bit... ok, more than quite a bit really), but they usually don't explain how things got to that point. We are instead supposed to just take the artist's word that this is just how things are, and usually they are making these entreaties for is to believe them while presenting other information which completely invalidates that reality. Like having a huge, megalithic fascist regime that supposedly controls the lives of everyone, and yet, everyone has access to as much information as they could ever want or has easy access to the very systems would will eventually bring down the entire empire.

And the products of culture are rarely explored in these types of work. Sure, there may be some consumer products and the occasional work of scholarship in these created worlds, but there is a huge intellectual output that is created by a society that is rarely explored.

I mean, if you picked up a novel that was set in Northern Virginia, 1864, you have a good idea of the context in which the events of the book take place, just as you may if it was set in 1960's San Francisco/Saigon. And for exotic and unknown settings like 1540's Europe or 2nd century East Asia, you have other resources to discover this information, but when an author/director is building a world, you have to take their word for it and hope that we will follow them along for the ride. If someone was willfully ignorant of their setting in these cases, we wouldn't accept it. Why is it anymore acceptable when the world is being created from the ground up then?

I am not saying that I need to know the entire history of a world to get into a story, but there are a lot of times when I don't think the creators of these worlds could answer some basic questions about them either, and that is my point. I am not looking for them to make up the entire historical background for everything that ever happened on that world like Tolkien devised, but I do have a reasonable expectation that if asked, an author/director should be able to tell you about the conflicts between two groups of people or how a species reached the stars or united as one on a planet. Because really, how can we be expected to understand a character when the author doesn't fully understand them either?

Friday, May 22, 2009

Friday Favorite: The Best Book on Writing I've Ever Read

Because I am continuing to work on that television pilot, I have been thinking about the writing process as of late (and I am sure you have noticed that the contents of this blog as of late haven't been the choicest of cuts truth be told).

But even now, I still consult one book to understand the psychology of the process. This is a review of that title I wrote a few years ago.

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In my life, I've read a lot of books on writing: books on form, books on plotting, books on grammar, books on genre etc. But there has always been one book that I go back to time and time again.

In the summer of 1997, I was at my favorite little independent bookstore(which was torn down a few years ago to put up a larger structure... a parking garage.), and I noticed this little brown and white paperback with a matte cover, and while I didn't know it at the time, it was going to become my faithful companion in the coming years.

The book was called The Courage To Write by Ralph Keyes, and what surprised me the most was the fact that it wasn't really concerned with the technical aspects of the writing process, rather it focused on the psychology of writing if you will.

I saw a lot of my own tendencies in the anecdotal evidence from the lives of other writers that Mr. Keyes provided. I was especially taken by the stories about E.B. White and Pat Conroy, because of their problems facing their fears and in Conroy's case, the reaction of those closest to him because of his writing. It was also the book that first introduced me to the term of "privishing", or writing that fearful authors create which they may be spectacularly good, but they are afraid to submit for publication, so they just distribute it amongst their friends and colleagues. I've known writers like that, and it breaks my heart to think that they may still be doing that, and as you read it, you will probably see yourself or others as well.

I know it is one thing for a writer to learn a new technique or exercise, but for a book to teach a writer, young or old, why they are the way they are, well, that's really something. The Courage to Write is one of those works that fundamentally changes one's worldview, and I was quite pleased to find out that it now has a companion volume called The Writer's Book of Hope, which I hope to pick up in the near future.

In short, I think it is a must-read for anyone who wants to be a professional writer. It is just that good.

Monday, January 12, 2009

How a couple of Resolutions are shaping up so far

The Music Podcast: So far I have joined a few sites that give me access to podsafe music, I've been looking into contacting a few artists who haven't specifically cleared their music for podcasting and I sketched out the parameters of the show so I have something to work towards in terms of length and frequency. I am looking at 20-40 minutes every two weeks, which I think is doable. I just have to put together a few playlists, find a good hosting site for the podcast files and figure out how to put one together with the programs I have (which again, shouldn't be too difficult). I am happy that I got a few good leads over the weekend in tracking down a band who released an album I loved intensely a decade ago.

Work with Electronic Music: I know it was a resolution from last year, but I figured it was never too late to get my ass in gear on a previous resolution. Anyway, while I was chatting with Semaj over the weekend, we were talking about my plans for the podcasts and various other blogging related matters, and I started to play around with my old music sequencing software and get my discs full of samples and loops out to try to reacquaint myself with the software, and I think I should shortly be in a position to get some work done with it.

The Pilot/Novel: I've read about writing treatments, started doing the sketches for the characters and some of the preliminary work on general plot trajectory the story should be moving in, as well as figuring out some of the key scenes and the dialogue that accompanies them. At least in the initial stages, this seems to be shaping up well. Of course, I haven't started the slog just yet.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Verse: Getting back on the Literary boat

I may ramble a little bit in this post, and it will be a little more personal than the kinds of things I usually write.

I used to be a poet a few years ago. It was a habit that I had broken a couple years ago, and now I am trying to reengage myself to the art form. I made a pact with one of my old blogging friends and hopefully that will get me back in fighting shape, as the cliche goes.

Of course, there are some of you out there that may be thinking that writing is not a habit--a disease maybe and definitely an occupation(if not a preoccupation), but a habit... no.

I remember back when I was in one of my creative writing courses in University and I realized that I was actually adept at writing verse. My reaction was literally, "But I don't want to be a poet," like Jerry Seinfeld did many times on his show(with other words being substituted for poet of course).

Words used to come so easily for me back then. I could sit down and just write poetry for hours or spontaneously generate verse orally and it would all come streaming out of me in so many forms, and perfect words just popped up, sometimes even before I knew what they were(like effulgent), but now I can't do that anymore. I used to write deftly and with subtle nuances, and now when I blog, I notice the clumsiness of my words and how often things don't come out the way I intended. It is a different kind of writing, but the small touches that I used to excel at are no longer there.

In short, my poetic muscles have gotten flabby for lack of use in both their creative and critical senses. I still know the words, the forms I haven't had a good workshop session in a few years, and there is nothing like it really.

I mean, I don't fear the rejection of my work. At all.

And as anyone who has taken a creative writing course with a workshop element knows, you may make a few friends while you are in the battling in the pit so to speak, but on some level, you hate most of your fellow writers, and while you would never openly acknowledge that publicly in the group, it does enter into the critiquing of the work. I still look back in fondness to a moment where I just took a fellow poet out at the knees when they claimed they had written a poem about a particular subject... a subject which I happened to have just finished extensive research on... and he deserved it! If you can survive the scrum of an angry group, well, then you can survive almost anything anyone will ever say about your work, because in a group, it is personal. They have to look you in the eye and say those things, and because you all basically hate each other, well, no one is too shy to tell you how bad something really is. That is the beauty of the workshop experience.

So I know I have a long journey ahead of me... and a lot of work to do to get back into the wide open waters of literature. But I know I can do it. My odyssey to find my Ithaca once more must prevail....

Yeah, I need a lot more practice.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

The Importance of History in Fiction: A personal commentary

I was a history major in university, and I am sure more than a few of my readers think the subject is quite frankly boring, but it is still something that fascinates me to this day.

And much like those experts in forensic science that wince when they watch CSI, the physicists who cringe when watching science fiction and the lawyers who shake their heads at every legal drama, I too recoil in horror when I encounter the lack of historical thinking that occurs in the work of a lot of science fiction/fantasy authors and filmmakers.

From most of the writing books I have ever read, one of the key points is usually always something akin to "know the world you are writing about", and from my viewing/reading habits, well, it seems like these creators just don't have that good of an understanding of the history of their settings and societies. They make elementary mistakes which are clear to someone who has studied the development of cultures, technologies and nations, mistakes which seriously put the rest of the premise they are trying to present under immense strain.

Usually when you are introduced to a character and a plot, well, the details behind how we got to this particular point are usually very sketchy. You may be presented with a few relevant bits and pieces from the immediate past(like the fact that a war has just taken place), but the steps the society took to get to that point are woefully inadequate to support the story, or what's worse, the causality of the events make absolutely no sense from a historical point of view, like in fantasy books, having almost every character be literate when they've grown up in a society that has no books. Or having a science fiction universe where every planet is one culture, language, religion and race, or in fantasy where a hero can go from one end of a continent to another and can converse with everyone in the same language without explaining that there may be a universal language that transcends the vernacular(like Latin amongst the educated classes in Europe for centuries). I know it is easier to write a story when you don't have to worry about those pesky little details like having to deal with a cosmopolitan society, but it makes me die a little inside every time I see it.

And when they show some of these places, it is like they just pulled that planet/city/empire out of a shrinkwrapped box and plopped it in there. Sure, the buildings may be burned out or falling apart, but when you look at the places they occupy, well, it is like someone just put them up yesterday, like it is some odd futuristic version of a Levittown. There is nothing organic about these places, they don't feel lived in. And in fantasy, there are castles, but you never read about the wars and interregional rivalries that caused them to be built.

There are also those allegorical tales that use certain Earth-based historical events, figures and nations as the basis of their societies (Nazi Germany/Soviet Russia were used quite a bit... ok, more than quite a bit really), but they usually don't explain how things got to that point. We are instead supposed to just take the artist's word that this is just how things are, and usually they are making these entreaties for is to believe them while presenting other information which completely invalidates that reality. Like having a huge, megalithic fascist regime that supposedly controls the lives of everyone, and yet, everyone has access to as much information as they could ever want or has easy access to the very systems would will eventually bring down the entire empire.

And the products of culture are rarely explored in these types of work. Sure, there may be some consumer products and the occasional work of scholarship in these created worlds, but there is a huge intellectual output that is created by a society that is rarely explored.

I mean, if you picked up a novel that was set in Northern Virginia, 1864, you have a good idea of the context in which the events of the book take place, just as you may if it was set in 1960's San Francisco/Saigon. And for exotic and unknown settings like 1540's Europe or 2nd century East Asia, you have other resources to discover this information, but when an author/director is building a world, you have to take their word for it and hope that we will follow them along for the ride. If someone was willfully ignorant of their setting in these cases, we wouldn't accept it. Why is it anymore acceptable when the world is being created from the ground up then?

I am not saying that I need to know the entire history of a world to get into a story, but there are a lot of times when I don't think the creators of these worlds could answer some basic questions about them either, and that is my point. I am not looking for them to make up the entire historical background for everything that ever happened on that world like Tolkien devised, but I do have a reasonable expectation that if asked, an author/director should be able to tell you about the conflicts between two groups of people or how a species reached the stars or united as one on a planet. Because really, how can we be expected to understand a character when the author doesn't fully understand them either?

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Pop Culture Heroines

I recently wrote an entry for the blog Pop Culture Heroines after seeing that a few of my blogging friends (Tracey from Quiet Paws and Becca from No Smoking in the Skull Cave) had already taken the leap.

Now usually I am not that collaborative of a blogger, but as someone who appreciates strong female voices(especially in music), well, the unifying motif was attractive to me(no pun intended), so it seemed to be something worth looking into for me.

And as someone who watched Alias for it entire run, it seemed natural for me to talk about Sydney Bristow for my first article for the blog, and I have a few other characters in mind for some followup work.

I know a lot of my readers also like to delve into the wonderland of the pop cultural experience and so this isn't just the idle self-promotion on my part, I assure you.

Pop Culture Heroines is also looking for new writers, so if any of this sounds interesting, well you should contact Lee, the site's founder.

Burning Question: Worst Books You've read

Hilly recently posted a meme that consisted of a list of 100 books, and other readers were supposed to examine the list and do their own variation on it. While I am not doing the meme, it did make me stop and think about some of the great books I read, and then as a sidenote, I began to think about the worst books I ever read. Now, this doesn't mean that they are in fact bad, and I have to be clear about that since at least one of my selections is likely to be someone's favorite, so keep that in mind.

Now because of the commitment involved, you most likely didn't finish some of the worst books you ever tried to read, and I understand that, so they count. I mean, there are a lot of books that I started and didn't finish. And there are others that you've probably forgotten(or repressed) that you can't or won't talk about either. Novels you've read for school count as well.

When thinking about the question, the first title that came to my mind was this book called World Without End by Sean Russell. I read it about a decade ago, and I did manage to finish it, but, wow, it really did not appeal to me, despite the fact that at the time I was into both fantasy and the history of early modern science. It just didn't captivate me.

I also recalled my grade 10 English class where we had to read both A Separate Peace by John Knowles and Salinger's Catcher in the Rye, and I hated them both. The less said about A Separate Peace the better, but I would like to note that the reason I don't like Catcher in the Rye is Holden Caufield isn't really the most likable of characters. I think my words at the time was that he was "a whiny bitch", and to this day I feel comfortable with that assessment.

So, what are some of the worst books you ever read?

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

Best writing prompt EVER!

Anyone who has taken a course on creative writing has probably been presented with numerous "writing prompts". You know, those insipid instruction sets like "Think back to a time in your life when you faced hardship and write a short story as a fictionalized character recounting that experience" or "Create a scenario where two best friends are forced to fight." I always disliked those exercises, and with it being National Novel Writing Month and all, I thought I would recount the funniest set of prompts I ever read.

McSweeney's writer Dan Wiencek came up with a grouping of Thirteen Writing Prompts that killed me (thus the Zombie Matt is writing this now... Brains, tasty brains!), but one in particular stuck with me:

Write a story that ends with the following sentence: Debra brushed the sand from her blouse, took a last, wistful look at the now putrefying horse, and stepped into the hot-air balloon.


I would read any story that closed like that, and I hope that one or two people out there, when they submit their finished novels at the end of the month have taken that little bit of pithy writing to heart and used that line as their closer.