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Anticrastination Scribproductivathon

Anticrastination Scribproductivathon

(Originally posted 3/29/2011 at Buttontapper.com)

My writing collective, We Put Words On Paper, is currently holding a writing marathon/lock-in. It’s called the Anticrastination Scribproductivathon, and this is its third incarnation (though my first attendance), subtitled “Scrib Hard With a Vengeance.”

We’re on hour 6 or so, and had planned to go for at least 8 hours of writing, writing exercises and plotting world domination.

So far, we’ve done two writing exercises (one that I found went well for me, one that didn’t), and written for an hour and a half straight on our various individual products. We’re in the middle of our second longer writing session, and we’ve got some Explosions in the Sky Radio on to keep the fingers typing. I decided to write up this blog, as I’m a bit stuck as to where to take my scene next, having actually ended the first block of our writing time on a cliffhanger in my novel.

What next?

I guess what’s bugging me right now about the scene is that I’ve set up my character to be in some type of danger. And I know that, realistically, the piece must take her to and through this danger. She must be up against this particular conflict. She will survive, but she will not be on top in this scene. It’s hard for me to do that to this character, because I like her and want her story to be funny and upbeat and something people can identify with—it’s not being downtrodden or a bummer. And this scene? This scene IS a bummer. It’s going to be a bummer to write, and probably a bummer to read. But it’s going to move the plot forward.

"Kill your darlings" (image by Flickr user Erwin Fisser)

I have a problem with having bad things happen to good people. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s my version of poetic justice, trying to protect the “good ones” from harm. But I know that conflict is often made up of the bad things that happen to good people, and the resulting story is what those people do to adapt, to cope, to make it through, to understand, to survive and to thrive.

I think it’s because I want the story to be amusing or comedic overall that I’m having a tough time writing the tragic scenes. They are certainly necessary; I’m not going to torture this character for no reason, after all. But I prefer to write the funny scenes, for sure.

Strange, coming from someone who used to write plenty of stories that wallowed in misery. I guess I need to channel that old way of thinking, at least for a few moments, to get through this scene.

How do you deal with the need to murder (or at least maim) your darlings?

How to write a novel

How to write a novel

There’s a great post over at Men With Pens today on the subject of writing a novel, entitled “How to Dig Up the Bones of Your Unwritten Novel.” It’s by Graham Strong, who blogs on a daily (!) basis at A Few Strong Words (get it?) about how his novel is progressing. He’s currently on his second draft, so I’m going to have to tune in and see if he’s got helpful hints for me as I finish up my first draft, hopefully by the time Spring hits.

As far as my own novel goes, Naked Montreal has definitely become fun again, thanks to some suggestions from a new writing group I’ve joined (pending their two-meeting approval!), something that was lacking when I was trying to force myself to write too many words per day and really slog through it like some NaNoWriMo-esque word-count challenge.

As Graham mentions, while you should commit to writing every day, you shouldn’t force yourself to write too much every day. He says he wrote only an hour each day on his first draft, which kept him interested in what he was writing and prevented burn-out. You wouldn’t think a writer could burn out on something that’s supposed to be fun, but I think he’s right; if you view the process too much like work, you’ll lose your muse. So keep writing, but don’t overwrite and turn your wild and crazy first draft into something angina-inducing.

Oh, and speaking of inducing angina, my writer friend AV Flox has always used the phrase to describe things that drive her a bit crazy. I always assumed she’d write a book one day called “The Angina Monologues.” So imagine my surprise when I saw this:

Needless to say, she wasn’t pleased when I told her of my discovery. Damn you, South Africa, for stealing AV’s thunder!

Oh, and did you notice this author has another book called “The Karma Suture”? MEMO: The original is called the Kama Sutra and not the Karma Sutra. Playing on “sutra” vs. “suture” as an MD joke works, but mistaking “Kama” for “Karma” just makes you (and your editors, and publisher) look uneducated—and on a very easily Googled title.

So kids, if you want to write a novel, remember 3 things:

  1. Write every day.
  2. Don’t OVERWRITE your first draft.
  3. Clever titles can backfire, so pick one that makes you look subtly brilliant instead. Something like, say, Naked Montreal.

Follow these 3 simple steps and you’ll be on the road to success in no time!

15% complete!

15% complete!

Being that I have been at this 500 words a day thing for 11 days straight now, I am happy to report that my goal of 42,000 words or bust is now 15% complete!

This means I am not a total slacker, woohoo!

That seems a bit more impressive than it is, in some ways, and truly unimpressive it others. But I’ll break it down like this:

GOOD:

  • Chipping away at the novel in manageable chunks
  • Writing every day
  • Focusing on the goal, which is a coherent overall story line written in small doses

BAD:

  • I “started” this novel back in, what, April? And I’m only 15% done?!

But really, I only truly started this novel with my 500 words per day goal. So although I am “behind” in the sense that I started planning and thinking about writing this months ago, I’ve only recently truly planted my butt in the chair with the daily intent to get it done.

So I guess that all evens out in the end, right?

If not, you’ll just have to wait a few more months for my masterpiece.

Oh, and by the way, I realized that this is actually a tale involving so much more than sex. Here is the formula:

Punks + classical arteests + wealthy assholes + sexy vixens = MY AWESOME NOVEL!

Dig it. I love how this shit continues to evolve.

42,000 words or bust

42,000 words or bust

My novel is suffering from a case of the hiccups. I’ll start, I’ll stop, I’ll blog, I’ll set it back down, I’ll pick it back up. Idea here. A few hundred words there. Not enough to get the steam whistles blowing and the train really moving down the tracks.

So I’m going to publicly announce my re-entry into Debbie Ridpath Ohi’s 500 words a day challenge, to force myself to be held accountable for my word count. This is a logical amount of words one person can write in a day. It’s not too big, and not too small. Even on the shittiest days, you can write 500 words. And the trick, as Jerry Seinfeld says, is to get out your calendar and put an X through each day you complete the task. But not just that. More important is:

DON’T BREAK THE CHAIN.

You can have all the excuses in the world, but we’ve all got 24 usable hours in every day. Start off with your 500 words in the morning. Do them before bed. Do them in the last hours of the day if you like. But don’t break the chain, or you’re done.

The chain is what keeps you moving forward. 500 words is not the challenge. The challenge is doing it every day. The challenge is not breaking the chain.

So I’ve got my calendar out. I did my 500 words yesterday. I’m doing them today. I’ve got a chain. I’m not going to break it. And you can check my progress in the word count widget on the right hand side of the page to help keep me honest.

I’ve got 12 weeks left in the entire year of 2010 (jeez, can you believe it’s almost over?!). If I write 500 words a day, 7 days a week, for 12 weeks, that’s 42,000 words.

42,000 words or bust. Novel ho!

Ontario kills prostitution law!

Ontario kills prostitution law!

In a majorly awesome announcement today, Ontario’s Superior Court struck down the messy and dangerous prostitution laws that have been on Canada’s books since time immemorial.

Dominatrix Terri-Jean Bedford helped fight the unjust prostitution laws, and is glad to see them finally toppled

As the Globe and Mail put it:

“The ruling means that the law can no longer be enforced in Ontario. If the decision were to be upheld on appeal, it would topple the use of the prostitution provisions across the country.”

Hot diggity damn! Does this mean Quebec (the home province to Sin City of the North, Montreal) could be next to enforce good judgment upon its currently underground city of pimps and prostitutes? We can only hope. Of course, that would make the seedy underbelly that provides the background for my book a thing of the past…

… which would only increase its value as a historical document. Pre-order your copy today to get in on this action!

An open letter to Bill Brownstein

An open letter to Bill Brownstein

In response to today’s article in The Gazette, I just have this to say:

Hey Bill,

Just because La Gazette didn’t cover it last year doesn’t mean there wasn’t much attention paid to the first incarnation of Montreal’s burlesque fest. In fact, I wrote a whole article on the subject as Montreal’s Vixen about town (aka Hour’s younger, sexier Josey Vogels–with far more bite).

Enjoy the tits, tits, tits and ass.

XO,
Laura Roberts

P.S. You can pre-order a copy of my book (which features scenes from the Burlesque Fest, in fictional form), by clicking here.

The wisdom of the Dalai Lama

The wisdom of the Dalai Lama

This morning I woke up early to take a crack at the book. It was somewhere around 5 AM, and after I wrote down what had come to me, I hit up Twitter to see who else was up and posting. The Dalai Lama (@DalaiLama) had this to say:

(For those who don’t do graphical interfaces, he tweeted “You need self-confidence and determination: feeling depressed and losing hope will never really help to correct any situation.”)

This guy is like a Tibetan fortune cookie, slapping me upside the head. I don’t regularly see his tweets in my Twitter stream, perhaps due to time zone differences, but this one was a perfect shakabuku. Lately, I’ve been swamped with “real” work (i.e. the stuff that pays my bills), which has been causing Naked Montreal to fall by the wayside. It’s been getting me down, and I started to feel depressed about it, like I would never get around to finishing this book. But it’s true: feeling depressed and losing hope don’t help. You’ve just got to get up early in the morning, give your cat some quick snuggles, and then get to work.

So here I am, working on my novel. And you know what? 5 AM never felt so good.

I can make a million for you overnight

I can make a million for you overnight

I can make a million for you overnight.

That’s a line from the Beatles’ excellent song, Paperback Writer, but it got me thinking when a friend posted it as her Facebook status the other day. The concept of the song is that an aspiring writer has sent a letter to a publisher, along with his manuscript, and is promising that it will be their next Big Thing, therefore they should buy it and make him a real, live Paperback Writer.

This encapsulates the ultimate writer’s dilemma: if you’re writing a kick-ass book that could make a million for someone overnight, shouldn’t that someone be YOU?

Yeah, that’s kinda what I thought, too. Which is why I decided to self-publish my book, Naked Montreal, and do all the promotion myself (BTW, you can buy a copy of this excellent book in advance right here!), despite the fact that traditional publishing definitely has its assets (i.e. you get to concentrate on writing, rather than marketing and selling the book). I’ve self-published stuff before (see: Black Heart Magazine), and it’s not as hard as traditional publishers would like to have you believe. In fact, it’s even easier now that you can do print-on-demand (though I’m still torn on whether or not I dig that particular approach).

Previously, I had spoken to a traditional publisher in Montreal about working together on my book. I was told that if I found a “partner” to help pony up half the cash required to print the project, we could move forward. To me, that was a total non-starter. I mean, if I had this mystery backer to begin with, why would I need this publishing house? My partner and I could go it alone, me doing the writing and my partner handling the financial end of things, and promote it together. We’d both make more money this way, and this publisher wouldn’t be profiting off my work for no reason.

Ultimately, I guess it all comes down to this: I’m not at all against traditional publishing, so long as it actually helps the writer promote his or her work and get it out to the right audience. But if traditional publishing is like the proposal I received from the publisher mentioned above, then why bother? A small press isn’t going to have the money to send you on much of a book tour (if any), and a big press is just going to go through the motions because you’re not their bestselling author. With either approach, I’m not sure where the benefit is to the author, except in not having to logistically plan out your own readings, getting your books into stores, and the other assorted crap work associated with getting your book out of your basement and into the hands of your public—things that suck to do, but which the writer of the book is probably best qualified to do anyway.

I think, really, it’s all about the way writers view the concept of selling. They tend to view it as shilling, as shady, as some pushy salesperson in a bad tie sweating to close the deal. And it doesn’t have to be. It’s not simple, but it’s not really rocket science either, is it?

In the end, if I make a million bucks overnight, that would be awesome. Then I shall retire to the country and work on my next opus, thereby making myself a multi-millionaire. Realistically, that’s not going to happen. So while I’m not quite as naïvely hopeful as the dude in Paperback Writer, I do think that if properly done, I could make a couple thousand on my book, and maybe even “overnight.” Self-publishing writers do this on a more regular basis than the media want us to believe. Just ask Bobbie Christensen, who makes a living writing and selling her own books, and giving guest lectures on the subjects of her books—including how to write, publish and sell your own books.

“I can make a thousand for you overnight” just doesn’t have quite the same ring as McCartney’s line, though, so I’m sticking to this mantra for now. Thanks, Paul.

Reading as Rx

Reading as Rx

The latest issue of ReadyMade features a piece called “Required Reading,” which highlights a London institution called The School of Life, where “bibliotherapists” prescribe books to their “patients.” Give your bibliotherapist a list of your reading preferences and some life goals, and you’ll get your own personalized reading list. Hot, right?

Unfortunately for the broke-asses of the world, bibliotherapy—like most legitimate forms of therapy—doesn’t come cheap. For a remote session, it’s £40 (about $62 US), and you get 40 minutes to talk life, the universe and everything via phone or Skype with your bookish shrink. I’m intrigued by the concept, but sort of irritated by the price. After all, you can get book recommendations from everyone and their dog for free, including some quality recs from the bookish types at both the library and your local bookstore, for the mere price of a conversation.

So while I commend The School of Life for doing this kind of work (and particularly for their ingenius way of parting the rich from their riches), I figured I could offer a one-off service similar to theirs for absolutely free. Thus I present to you the

Laura Roberts Rx Reading List, the Cure For What Ails Ya

(Provided that “what ails ya” is mostly existential angst and not anything requiring professional medical help, of course.)

  1. Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen: Duh, you knew this one was going to top the list. While it likely won’t cure you (and has even been known to increase one’s dissatisfaction with the state of the world), it’ll certainly shake you loose of the average everyday existence you’ve been digging through. That ain’t ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars, my friend. It’s pain, and it’s time to face it. Try religion, try sex, try the therapeutic (or insane) musings of your best friend, try living in a treehouse in the dead of a Montreal winter. Try fireworks. Try painting a model with nail polish. Try everything. Try nothing. Try this.
  2. 101 Things To Do Before You Die by Richard Horne: Okay, so you’re more of a To-Do List type? But you’re also a bit lazy and want someone to make a Bucket List for you? Solution: buy this book. It’s got a page for each item you must complete before your death, a handy checklist in the back, and even a pocket list to keep yourself up to date at all times. Seems to me they must have an iPhone app for this by now, but the only one I found was both unaffiliated with this book and poorly rated, so let’s just leave it alone and give you the website for recent updates.
  3. The Playwright’s Guidebook by Stuart Spencer: This is for all your writers out there. Yes, I know, it’s about playwriting specifically. But don’t scratch it off your list if you write short stories or even poems. It’s essential reading for all writers looking to build dramatic stories, because it discusses Aristotle’s Poetics in a modern way. (If you don’t know wtf the Poetics are, and you’ve been through any type of creative courses in your life, then god help you, cus your teachers have all had their heads up their asses.) Plus, Spencer is incredibly well-read and peppers his pointers with references to well-known works you should have already read, thereby suggesting in a very subtle way that if you haven’t, you should, forthwith. Seriously, dudes, it’s a creative writing degree in a book, probably the only practical book I’ve saved from my own days as a university writing student, which I reference whenever I find myself in a jam, and it’s totally worth the $16 to get a copy. (Actually, there’s one for only $8.49 at Amazon if you hurry.) All the rest are, as they say in Philosophy circles, mere footnotes to Plato (who was Aristotle’s teacher).
  4. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse: I’m not one to quote the Bible, and while I’ve done my time studying its ins and outs like a good little Catholic girl, the whole concept of a Judeo-Christian god who’s both parent and punisher of so-called moral wrongs has never done much for me. Buddhism, on the other hand, with its acceptance of duality, the concepts of good and evil as two sides of the same coin, of circles of repeated patterns, and a complex understanding of the ebb and flow of the world we know and experience, well, that’s another kettle of fish. Personally, I think Western ways of thinking are deeply flawed, particularly when it comes to the belief that all forward motion necessarily equals progress. Nuh-uh, man. It’s a ladder; you go up, you go down, you rest on a rung, you throw the ladder away completely… you pick it back up again. Anyway, if you want a brief intro to the ideas and life of the Buddha, read a Westerner’s take on it in Siddhartha.
  5. Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain: Sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll, travel, food. Anyone who doesn’t see that this is pretty much the ideal life has clearly lost the plot, is off the rails, is in need of this book—and possibly a slap upside the head. Tony has recently penned a sequel, called Medium Raw, which I haven’t yet read, but like all sequels… how good could it be? (Okay, knowing Tony, it probably kicks ass. But still: you’ve gotta read the original first.) Anyone who is currently writing about food and cooking owes Bourdain a debt of gratitude for busting down the doors to the CIA (that’s the Culinary Institute of America, not the Central Intelligence Agency) and shining a flashlight on their methods and practices. He’s shown us what it really looks like in the kitchens of high and low restaurants throughout the U.S. and around the world, and he’s given us the straight dope on why you should never order fish on Monday, much less hit up a bargain sushi place. Read this book and you’ll find out how to cook and eat like a pro, what to avoid in restaurants and how to cook it at home. You’ll also get a shit ton of insane stories about the lives of pro chefs from all over the place, and you’ll probably want to join up. There are worse things in life than owning your own flexible boning knife.
  6. Naked Montreal by Laura Roberts: C’mon, this was a gimmie, people! Once again, you should pre-order your copy of my book (personally inscribed by the author, with or without smeary lipstick kiss as you prefer!), because: a) it will make you appear sexy to your friends and lovers, b) it will make you appear jaded and hipsterly on public transport, c) it will cause your co-workers to re-evaluate their previous impressions of you and put you into the hot, steamy and potentially-dateworthy category. SHAZAM! Here’s the link to press to buy (the Paypal button is a bit of a scroll down, but it’s there, I swear).

Now get out there and start reading your way to a better life!

Oh, and if you do happen to have the scratch for a full-on bibliotherapy session of your own, you can set up an appointment by emailing bibliotherapy@theschooloflife.com. Do tell what you’ve learned, if you’re the oversharing type; I’d love to hear the juicy details!

I am a GoodReads author!

I am a GoodReads author!

Although I had set up a GoodReads account a while back to catalogue my haphazard reading materials and try to get myself into the habit of writing up at least mini-reviews of the books I devour, I never really thought much about the “GoodReads author” designation until I realized that, duh! I could be one of those authors.

And now I am! You can follow me at GoodReads under the obvious name, lauraroberts, and write reviews of all my books.

Okay, so there is technically only the one (Naked Montreal) for now, and that’s still forthcoming, but you can write a preview if you’re feeling really excited about it. In the meantime, I’m also uploading info about all of Black Heart’s back issues, and if you’re interested in reading any of them, we’ve currently got a $2 Summer Sale on in the Black Heart store. Get ‘em all from #1 to 7 for only $14!

And now, I guess I should get back to writing the novel so it’s actually done on time for those of you who have generously pre-ordered copies.

XO,
Laura