February 17th, 2011

Minecraft Diary, Day 957

So my brilliant plan to play Minecraft and keep an entertaining diary of the experience hit the showstopping snag of me playing Minecraft. By the time I realized how long it had been since I updated the series, I had other priorities, like coming up with an excuse for all those weeks of missed work and showering.
Ugh

What day is it?

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January 5th, 2011

2011: The Year We Realized We Should Have Made Contact Last Year

Happy Newest Year, everybody! I tend to resist the urge to reflect on the past year like everybody else does come January 1, because appreciating what you have and learning from your mistakes is a total buzzkill, but this year I couldn’t help it. It was a bit of a strange year for me. I had to deal with a few major personal stresses that I might elaborate on later (suspense!), and in all honesty there weren’t any really major triumphs to offset that (I haven’t updated Quinn Writes a Novel in a while because there’s really nothing to report – still no offers of representation, but the search continues).

But I did feel like this year had a real wealth of more modest pleasures for me, and in some ways that’s actually better. It helped me maintain a low-level positive mood throughout the whole 12 months, regardless of whether I was dealing with unpleasantness or not at the time. Many of these little things were fun nights spent with friends or family, exciting vacations or delicious meals, but a lot of them were simply new geeky bits of pop culture for me to enjoy. I’m a geek not because I play Dungeons and Dragons or spend time seriously considering the exact type of spaceship I’d like to own; I’m a geek because I love to get into things. When I pick up a movie or a novel or anything that looks appealing to me, I’m usually hoping I will love it enough to delve into the rest of the series, or the whole span of its creators’ body of work, until the well runs dry. That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy disposable, one-hit pop fluff as well as anyone else. But the works I truly love are the ones that draw me inexorably into their world, in whatever form that world might take. Non-geeks want pop culture to be entertainment. Geeks want it to be a job. Yeah, it’s weird, but I’ve come to accept and embrace this part of myself.

So I thought I’d take a look back at the pop culture treasures and guilty pleasures that I discovered in 2010, and where they have me looking in this year ahead.

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November 28th, 2010

Minecraft Diary, Day 1

I knew it would happen eventually. A celebration of retro blocky graphics? A simple and yet deceptively deep interface for constructing a virtual world? Zombies? The question was not if I’d get sucked into the little indie gem that’s taking the gaming world by storm, but when. Turns out when is now.

So I plunk down my 10 euro and register for the alpha. The game randomly generates my first world, and I find myself standing on a small sandbar a short ways off a mountainous coast.

October 22nd, 2010

Harry Potter Re-Read: Sorcerer’s Stone, Chapter 9

I’m re-reading the Harry Potter series from start to finish in the name of over-analysis. Spoilers ahoy.

The Midnight Duel

Harry is getting increasingly fed up with Draco Malfoy, who is now his clear archrival at Hogwarts. They have their first true confrontation during broomstick-riding lessons, when Malfoy steals Neville’s Remembrall and Harry chases it down. In the process, he discovers his natural talent for broomstick-riding. Professor McGonagall notices too, and drags him out of the class under the guise of punishing him for disobedience. Instead, she introduces him to Gryffindor’s Quidditch captain and arranges for him to be made the team’s Seeker. Later, Malfoy challenges Harry to a midnight wizard’s duel, but it’s a setup to get him caught by Filch and expelled. Harry, along with Ron, Hermione, and Neville, manages to escape from Filch and stumbles into a very restricted room containing a gigantic three-headed dog guarding a trapdoor. Once safely back in the Gryffindor tower, Harry reasons that the dog is guarding the package from Gringotts.
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October 13th, 2010

The Double Rejection Rainbow, All the Way

Take notes. This is one of the most repeated, not to mention most apt, pieces of advice that writers will hear. Carry a notebook with you, or use your laptop or cyberphone if you have it, but make sure that you put your ideas and observations down in some tangible form before they pass out of your head. A lot of it will be junk, but there are veins of gold to be mined from all those random scribblings.

Here’s a variation on that advice that just occurred to me: when you’re querying your book, take notes on your mental state, particularly as you receive rejections. Make an activity out of it. Not only will it give you something productive to do while you’re doing all this waiting (besides writing your next novel, of course), but it will offer you a wealth of emotional description to call on later. There’s something kind of magical about rejections: each one hits you in its own unique way. I’ve gotten more than 75 rejection letters by now (with many more still to come), but no two of them felt the same. Each of my responses was a special cocktail made up of varying degrees of anger, frustration, sadness, self-pity, dismissal, black humor, and even renewed self-confidence. You could get a thesaurus out of it.

Still, I can group them into loose categories. The worst are the gut-punch rejections, the ones that you either didn’t see coming or that caught you with your hopes up. Last week I got one of those, from one of my ace-in-the-hole agents who wanted to see more from me after rejecting The Northerners. Well, maybe “ace”-in-the-hole is a bit of wishful thinking; it was more like a pair of threes in the hole, but it was enough to raise my expectations. So when this agent passed on my partial, it definitely hurt, and although I probably read too much into the fact that he didn’t ask to see my next book this time around, that helped land the punch right on my liver.

More common are the ear-flick rejections. These are the ones that cause only momentary annoyance on their own (usually these are form query rejections and not partial or full rejections). But each flick makes your ear hurt a little more and sours your mood, so hopefully enough time passes between them that you can relax a bit and not take them too hard.

The best rejections, however, are the ones that fuel your fire. These rejections bring about the “I’ll show you” response and turn you into the hero of your own underdog sports movie. “I’ll revise and rewrite, I’ll keep querying, I’ll write ten more books if I have to, but I’ll get published and I’ll kick your ass, Apollo!” These responses have less to do with the rejections than with you the writer, but they’re absolutely critical. And they’ll be there when you need them. If not, play the Rudy theme or run in slow motion down a beach, and you’ll be surprised how much better you feel. Either way, take notes on how you feel, because if you’re going to go through the emotional wringer like this you should at least get some material out of it.