I come bearing stories and articles of interest (perhaps of interest only to me)!

1. I recently learned that Ted Chiang's second story collection will be titled 'Exhalation' (to be released in May 2019). Chiang is one of my absolute favourite sci-fi writers. His stories are like little structural intellectual puzzles--always thought-provoking, often deeply moving. I expect Exhalation (the short story) may be taken down at Chiang's request when the collection is released, so take your chance to read it online before then! Exhalation on Lightspeed Magazine

2. The Public Domain Review has made available this 1788 Dictionary of Vulgar Tongue. Skimming through it is a hilarious, delightful and enlightening peek into 18th century social mores. From the BBC article discussing (a later edition of) the dictionary:

His interest wasn’t just prurient, Coleman tells BBC Culture. “In the late 18th Century, people are starting to think about polite behaviour and what sort of things you should be able to talk about in company – and Grose was reacting against all of that by being as vulgar as he possibly could, and absolutely revelling in it.”

3. The recently published New York Times article on Ellen DeGeneres (Ellen DeGeneres is Not as Nice as You Think) also left me thoughtful. As a writer with humorous tendencies, I always enjoy reading about comedians and the art of comedy (DeGeneres' post-show analysis of her performance was especially fascinating). But I also found the article timely on a personal level, as I branch out into writing stories that aren't explicitly or exclusively humorous. Now, I am in no way claiming that I am comparable to Ellen DeGeneres, but it nevertheless struck a chord, the description of her doubts and her concerns as she strives to break from her (admittedly largely self-constructed) mold.

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December Daily

Dec. 8th, 2018 10:43 am
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As I continue my transition between tumblr and DW, I have decided to do the December Daily meme! (yoinked from [personal profile] resonant  and [personal profile] phoenixfalls)

It goes like this:

1. You choose a date in December (8-31, since I am starting a week late) and ask me a question (it can be via tumblr ask box or commenting to this post)
2. I will answer your question on the date you choose

(In all likelihood, I will continue reblogging on tumblr for as long as it lives, but I have very little interest in making long text posts on it.)

So yeah! Submit questions, folks!

Abandon Ship

Dec. 6th, 2018 08:23 am
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So with the looming Great Tumblr Crackdown (do we have a name for it? Something about female-presenting nipples, I hope? NippleGate?), I have shifted my arse back to DW.

In some ways, I am pleased to be back here. I'm a writer, words are my primary mode of communication and self-expression; I was never quite able to reconcile my tendency to prattle on with Tumblr's fleeting, image-heavy, ever-scrolling nature, although I adjusted well enough.

It did make me thoughtful, though, about... hm, let's call them 'perceived thresholds' for becoming an active participant in fandom.

In the message board/Yahoo Groups/LJ/DW days of old, the threshold was more or less: you become an active participant by generating fanworks, participating in or creating fandom events, or commenting. There's an intimidation factor to all that, and I think a large part of Tumblr's appeal stems (stemmed?) from a lower perceived threshold. The old standard still applies, of course--you can create fanworks or moderate some sort of fandom community hub/event, just like in the old fandom days. But on Tumblr, you could also become an active fandomer through sheer consistent reblogging alone. You could ease yourself into fandom, as it were, and I'm not sure any other platform offers an equivalent of this lowered perceived threshold.

So, happy as I am to be on a text-based platform again, I suppose I do feel a spot of ambivalence when I think about the fandomers who may opt out of fandom or pull back due to the intimidation factor. I'm not really sure how it can be mitigated, beyond saying: hi, anyone who's checking out my DW! Feel free to drop me a line if you so wish, I have anon commenting enabled, and I always welcome chats.

Writing Update

Nov. 5th, 2018 12:51 pm
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Word count: 21,000

Me: utterly shell-shocked

I have been working on the newest iteration of this Arthur/Eames story for four months straight, and--okay, no, that’s a lie, there was a three week period where I avoided looking at the story AT ALL. (God, the evolution of this story could be a post in itself.) Anyway. Almost every day, for the past two months, I have been convinced that THIS IS IT, FINALLY, I AM ON THE HOME STRETCH.

Like, seriously, how crazy is that? I have spent 60 days in a daily delusion that the END IS IN SIGHT when CLEARLY past evidence says otherwise.

I had some kind of writerly mental breakdown a few days ago (i.e. pitched an absolute fit at my alpha and beta readers and Mr. Sib and basically anyone else who I could subject to my ranting). I have since passed through the shock into some sort of zen state, in which I accept that this story may very well be my Sisyphus stone. And still I work on it diligently, every day without fail--not with soaring joy, but with a strange dedication, a bone-deep compulsion.

tl;dr: this story has broken me, guys. Broken me and rebuilt me.
(Crossposting from tumblr as a thing to reread in 6-12 months to gauge my writing progress.)

I was tagged by [personal profile] phoenixfalls 

What is your total posted word count on AO3? (Go to your Works, then click Statistics.)

365,064

How often do you write?

Six to seven days a week. This may be surprising to some readers since I tend to post only one story or chapter update every few months, but up until late last year I was pretty inconsistent about writing (characterised by long stretches of procrastination and avoidance, then sudden bursts of manic writing). Nowadays, the bulk of my writing is actually taken up by pre-writing and multiple rounds of editing. I anticipate getting a bit faster as my ability to juggle multiple aspects of writing increases, but I suspect I will always be on the slower side of things.

Do you have a routine for writing?

I have two writing periods per 24 hours, usually lasting about an hour or two each.

#1 - late at night, after the Siblet goes to bed. I start at 8:30 or 9, then write until I go to bed around 10:30 (I’m fairly strict about my sleep time to manage my insomnia).

#2 - early afternoon. I’ll have lunch, then edit or continue writing from last night, depending on what point in my writing process I’m at and how coherent I was in my late night session.

At the end of each session, I leave a note to myself about what happens next (or what I expect to happen next) to save time on rereading.

I usually write a minimum of three drafts for any story: a longhand or dictated first draft (I drive a lot for my job, so a voice recorder has been invaluable), a transcribed second draft where I make some very rough edits and changes, and a cleaner third draft that I do multiple editing passes on. For longer or more complex stories, the number of drafts and editing passes increases.

What’s your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing?

1) I like stories about people in the liminal stages of their relationship. This is why I love friends-to-lovers and enemies-to-lovers (or enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, lol). I also love that funny stage in dating/established relationships where they’re past the initial rush of attraction, but still really getting to know each other. Stories are fundamentally about change, to me. The changes can be big or small, subtle or overt, but in a good story, something always changes. Liminal states are perfect for that.

2) I am very fond of AUs, which is pretty in keeping with my love of character-driven story in general. AUs tend to raise meta-questions of nature vs nurture, which I find endlessly interesting. From the nature side of things, I love how in a good AU, a character is still recognisable as that character, even if the setting is wildly different. But on the nurture side of things, I enjoy seeing how different circumstances can lead to some change in personality.

3) I have a strong love of stories that feature characters behaving badly (it’s like 50% of the reason I can’t quit Inception and TDKR–the amorality and bad behaviour is baked into the canon). Such bad behaviour extends to dub-con, non-con, and general manipulative actions driven by selfishness. Touchstone, Command, and Pivot (TDKR) and want, need, steal, keep (Inception) are prime examples of how I like to write dub-con/non-con/manipulation.

4) I really like the bodyswap and bodysharing tropes. Like, to a near-irrational degree. It has so many things I find fascinating: the storytelling potential of literally walking in someone else's shoes; the simultaneous wonder and horror of forced intimacy (like, can you get any physically closer than inhabiting one another's bodies or the same body?); best of all, I love how such closeness can still fail to produce actual connection. [personal profile] bauble wrote a superb example of this (for my birthdaaaaay!) with Comme des Garcons

5) The Arthur/Eames pairing continues to be my longterm love. It is rare for me to find a pairing where I find both halves equally attractive (I’m a shallow bastard, sorry) and with interesting (but differing) personalities, so I don’t think I’ll move on for a while.

Do you have a favorite fic of yours?

Of my recent stories, Double Take is very close to my heart. It grew from a doofy, cracky concept into something with genuine emotional depth and heart that took me by surprise. I have had many readers tell me they feel the same way–they never expected to like Jon, let alone love him as much as they do.

DT also forced some big leaps in my writing skills. Jon’s canonically distinctive voice, limited vocabulary and stunted emotional intelligence pushed me to be more creative in my descriptions and the way I conveyed emotion. (Seriously, it’s the weirdest thing, writing Jon on the verge of crying and communicating that to the reader while Jon won’t even acknowledge he’s about to cry). This was also the fic where I began to learn how to use setting as an active component of story.

However, the biggest reason DT is a personal favourite is that it led to me seriously examining some issues and quandaries I’ve had about life from a sideways angle. Strange as this may sound, I can honestly say that writing Double Take not only made me a better writer but a better person. As Jon and Arthur and Eames grew, so did I.

Of my early fics, I'm very fond of Etymology. It contains all the seeds of what I consider to be ‘my’ writing: characters who have an imperfect understanding of one another; characters who are selfish and willing to go to dubious lengths to get what they want; characters exhibiting open attraction and/or desire for one another; and questions and issues of social class (in Etymology’s case, it contains issues of race and colonialism as well). There are a lot of early fics I wrote that don’t have much to them beyond being entertaining, but Etymology was the first Inception story I wrote that meant something to me.

Your fic with the most kudos?

in the family of things, by a huge margin. I’m not surprised. It’s a monster of a story, currently clocking in at 84k, and we’re only at the halfway point (make of that what you will, WIP readers). Like Etymology, it contains a lot of what I am interested in as a writer, and it could also be written so much better now. But it is what it is. I started it five years ago, and I’ve grown significantly as a writer since then.

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

Hmm, I find this question a bit odd. There are some aspects of my writing that I’m dissatisfied with, yes, but I see them as areas that I am continuing to work on rather than areas I dislike. (This is totally seperate from how I feel about doing the work to improve in those areas, though; ask any of my friends, they'll tell you I'm constantly pissing and moaning about the effort, hahaha). In any case, to say there is anything I don’t like about my writing feels (to me) like saying I am helpless to change it and must resign myself to it, and that’s just not true.

For example, I’ve been aware that descriptive prose, especially setting, is a weakness of mine for a while now; I’ve spent the past year and a half working on it, and can confidently say my skill in writing settings has improved. Novel-length story structure and pacing is another weakness (as the mushy middles of Double Take and ‘in the family of things’ can attest to), but I know that will improve as I gain more experience writing and finishing novels.

Now something you do like?

I have an excellent ear for dialogue and a natural instinct for humour–a few people have managed to pick my stories out of an anonymous lineup on the basis of this combo. However, much like a character’s greatest strengths can become their greatest flaws in a different scenario, my skill with dialogue and humour means I can get lazy and rely on them overmuch. In the past year, I’ve been working on subtext and the things left unsaid in conversations, and reining in my humour from incessant, rapidfire punchlines to letting it loose at specific moments, allowing things like vulnerable emotion, sincerity, and, well… weirdness come in to fill the void. It has been difficult, sometimes excruciating, but it has strengthened my writing, made it more interesting and layered, I think.
A selection of quotes from things I have read recently that I found interesting and insightful:

"Hence the fruitlessness of so many lives, seemingly so meritorious, so brilliant and so productive. Without the selfless inwardness which is the condition of inspiration, talent is fruitless, zeal and hard work produce nothing of spiritual value.

Exclusively outward work may be effective in changing outward circumstances, but the worker who wishes to change men's reactions to circumstances - and one can react destructively and even suicidally to the best environment - must begin by purifying his own soul and making it capable of inspiration."
-- The Devils of Loudon by Aldous Huxley


"As readers, we remain in the nursery stage so long as we cannot distinguish between taste and judgment, so long, that is, as the only possible verdicts we can pass on a book are two: this I like; this I don't like.

For an adult reader, the possible verdicts are five: I can see this is good and I like it; I can see this is good but I don't like it; I can see this is good and, though at present I don't like it, I believe that with perseverance I shall come to like it; I can see that this is trash but I like it; I can see that this is trash and I don't like it."
-- A Certain World by W.H. Auden
Finally watched Avengers: Infinity War. Three-ish thoughts:

1) Man, that's 2.5 hours of my life I'm not getting back (though I appreciate that the Russos were given a shitload of characters literally scattered across the galaxy, and did the best they could)
2) IW was certainly impressive from a logistical standpoint, coordinating all those actors and their schedules and the shooting demands, but I personally don't go to movies to be impressed by organisation, so...
3) IW embodies the thing I hate most about company-wide comic events - the character development and internal consistency of individual titles sacrificed at the altar of plot

On Children

Aug. 6th, 2018 10:54 am
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Putting this here as a little reminder to myself. I felt this poem keenly when I was 14 (Abrahamic religious imagery aside), and I still feel it keenly now, more than a decade on and standing on the other side of things.

On Children
Kahil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Ah, children

Jul. 26th, 2018 07:29 am
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Me: [mumbling in my sleep, still caught in the liminal dream state between sleep and waking]
My 3-year-old: [standing at the side of my bed] Mummy, what are you doing?
Me: Oh. Sorry, baby, Mummy was just dreaming.
3 y.o.: But you're too old to have dreams.
Me: ...
3 y.o.: I'm young. I can still dream.
Me: Well, thanks for that shot of existential angst in the morning. More effective than coffee, kid.
I've been grappling with understanding story structure for a while now--like, really understanding it, not just 'oh yeah, I know what those structural points are' like I'm studying for an exam or some shit. And one structural element I've always struggled with is understanding and developing pinch points and midpoints, especially in outline. I'm mostly fine with the building of narrative tension (esp in act 1), but with the PINCH POINTS, I'm all, "Shit, is this the pinch point? Or... maybe this bit is the pinch point... orrrrr... this one?"

But now I have realised I have a SUPER HANDY DANDY METHOD for determining when I've reached a pinch point. Y'all ready for it? Here it is:

I know I've reached a pinch point/turning point in the story when I suddenly, for seemingly no apparent reason, lose all motivation to write.

I'll be trucking along, motivation meter at... okay, not 100, it's rarely ever at 100, but let's say it's at 95, and then suddenly I'll write Something and it'll be, BZZZZZZZZZTTTTT--motivation needle pointing at 0.

And that's the big red flag (to mix all my metaphors and cliches to heck) that I've written something that's changed the story irrevocably. And my brain is like, WEEEEEEHHHHHH. WHY DID WE WRITE ALL THAT IF WE'RE JUST GOING TO CHANGE THE NARRATIVE LANDSCAPE? THIS NEW LANDSCAPE IS WEIRD AND SCARY. BUGGER THIS, LET'S GO PLAY VIDEO GAMES.

Anyway. Getting over the 'weeeeehhhhh' is a whole different thing (mostly consisting of... just sitting down and writing anyway, even when it's the last thing I want to do and I hate every second of it), but at least I recognise the feeling for what it is now. Prrrrogrrressss...?
So I'm barrelling along, in the middle of a sex scene, and it occurred to me that I'd hit 1k words in one sitting. That's a fairly large word count for one day of writing (for me), let alone one sitting. And then I got nervous, and it threw me off because I've learned to become... suspicious when things are going well for me, in writing. Things going well or feeling easy generally mean I'm getting complacent and taking the easy, trope-y route rather than the honest, character-driven route. So I went back to review what I'd written, but no, there's conflict there, there are character moments. It seems... solid (if unpolished)? The draft is going... well?

And yet I can't shake the feeling that it's going a little too well. I don't know if I can trust this burgeoning confidence. It's like the suspicion that there's sand in one's pants. Like, I'm trekking along the beach, thinking, hey, maybe it's not sand in the pants--I surely hope it isn't, I hope it's just a phantom sensation, but I'm afraid to wriggle, just in case there is sand and it gets into my unmentionables.

(Sand, in this extended metaphor, being the realisation that I was taking the easy route, and that I'm not improving at all--that I am, in fact, stagnating.)

Man, this makes it sound like writing is just this constant state of paranoia and woe for me.

...it kind of is, right now.

Ugh.

MIND MELDS

Jun. 15th, 2018 11:58 am
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I'm at the writing stage where I've basically blocked everything out in point form or ramble, complete with emotional notes to hit, and I CANNOT FUCKING CONVERT THIS FAST ENOUGH INTO READABLE PROSE.

Y'know, the further I go with writing, the more I come to see it as something akin to an act of translation. The translation namely being taking the jumble of IMAGES and FEELINGS and DIALOGUE (omg, so much fucking dialogue) and ordering it in such a way that my readers will (maybe, hopefully) construct a reasonable facsimile of what was going through MY head at the time of writing. It feels like I'm trying to perform a really inelegant mind meld, is what I'm saying. And it's usually at this point where I feel most keenly:

a) the difference between telling a story - where I basically sound like I'm relating an anecdote a friend ("And then Arthur is like, 'No, that's not how this is going to go', and Eames is like, 'But whyyyyy, I always get what I want, why aren't you giving me what I want?', but he's also like, 'That firmness is kind of fucking hot?'") - and Telling a Story. But also,

b) the gulf between what I see in my head and what I'm trying to achieve on the page (i.e. my translation efforts to my readers), and it very badly makes me want to go, "OH, FUCK THIS NOISE," and take up some other hobby, like embroidery.

(I won't, though. Because I already tried taking up other hobbies, and I ended up slinking back to writing, hands in my pockets like a hopeful ex-lover, wondering if it's possible for us to give things another go.)
Inception Bingo is back for its third round! To sign up for a card, click here. To learn more about Bingo, click here.

Here's my card:

Authority figuresDidn’t know they were datingAnswering an adSoulmatesBlind date
Missing and presumed deadSomnophilia/sleep sexKiss of distractionEmotion playConfessions
Skin hungerFisting/stretchingBarebackingBiological imperativeGoing clubbing
Unexpected erogenous zonesChastity deviceComing untouchedReincarnation/25 lives AUClaiming or establishing ownership
Fucking machineDisney AUExposure/exhibitionismPervertiblesPregnancy/mpreg

I have decided to record and post my transcribed word counts (in a weekly round up) as an accountability measure for this daily writing habit I'm trying to solidify. I write more than these counts in longhand, but I cannot be stuffed with counting manually. In any case, it's only the transcribed words that form my rough drafts, so I think it's a better measure.

 Here is this week:

7th Nov: 480
8th Nov: 258
9th Nov: 186
10th Nov: 151
11th Nov: 256

The 5th and 6th are unknown because I didn't decide to do this until the 7th.
Because I collect bingo cards online the way I collect stationery in real life. This one is a literary devices bingo card, which I will likely use for both fanfic and original fiction.

Fandom: Inception
Pairing: gen (Eames-centric)
Word count: 100
Carol prompt: The Holly and the Ivy
Summary: Holiday dinners with the Eames family.


The dining room is swathed in holly and ivy tonight, vibrant and alive.
 
They look more alive than you feel.
 
You sit on your father's right, like every good heir should. He's turned away from you, busy expounding on... something. Your mother sits at the far end, holding court with her group of admirers. They take turns speaking at you, or about you, but never to you.
 
You gaze at the holly, at its mesmerising red, until something flickers within you, and you knock a candle just so.
 
The ivy centrepiece catches fire, and suddenly all eyes are on you.
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word count: 100
Carol prompt: The Boar's Head
Summary: After war comes the messy business of peacetime.


Eames has spent the whole journey rehearsing.
 
And so he stays composed, even as he's forced to present his father's war reparations on his knees; to slice the roasted boar for the Empress like a peasant.
 
But then the Empress' Captain of the Guard - Arthur - pulls Eames aside, and insists he eat first.
 
"Why?" Eames narrows his eyes. "You believe I'd try to poison your Empress?"
 
Arthur snorts. "You Northerners. You're so duplicitous, you assume everyone else must be, too. It's our custom that honoured guests eat first."
 
"I thought I was a political hostage?"
 
Arthur smiles thinly. "You're both."
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: gen (Arthur-centric)
Word count: 100
Carol prompt: I Wondered as I Wandered
Summary: Arthur contemplates his future in the wake of the Fischer job.


Arthur sets out on the mountain trail at dawn.
 
It's overcast, damp, the ground slippery and shrouded by fog. He chooses his steps carefully while considering his options.
 
He could find another partner. But at thirty-two, the thought of working in someone else's shadow again is unappealing.
 
He could lead his own jobs. Maybe go legit. But taking point isn't the same as leading. He's never been the ideas man, only refined the ideas of others, and—
 
His foot slips on an outcrop, and Arthur staggers. Catches himself.
 
He takes a steadying breath, finds his footing again, and pushes on.
Fandom: The Dark Knight Rises
Pairing: gen (John Blake-focused)
Word count: 100
Carol prompt: Auld Lang Syne
Summary: Gotham's earth is consecrated with the blood of its dead.


John hears them in the twilight hours, on the banks of Gotham river; in the blind alleys, in the cavernous emptiness of city hall.
 
We're still here, they say, voices paper-thin, only inches away from his ear, unseen. Don't forget us. You were one of us once.
 
Listen.
 
His back prickles at their presence, and the urge to bolt steals over him, but he's a Gotham native. He knows better than to ignore them.
 
And when he finally dons the cowl, their message changes.
 
Bane is alive, they say. Find him. Don't forget, you have a duty to us, too.
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word count: 100
Carol prompt: Whence That Goodly Fragrance
Summary: Eames goes into heat.


It registers first as a bloom of heat, low in Eames' belly, prompting Eames to make his excuses to everyone.
 
His scent must be obvious, given the way Arthur watches him as he leaves. But it isn't until Eames calls that Arthur goes to him.
 
"God, you smell amazing," Arthur says, nosing along Eames' jaw. "And you look even better."
 
"Flatterer." Eames tips his head back. "I cannot believe you waited for an invitation. We've gone through two cycles together now."
 
"Didn't want to presume," Arthur says.
 
"In future," Eames says, "feel free to be as presumptuous as you like." 

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