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Flash Fiction Challenge: “It’s X Meets Y!”

Last week’s challenge: Who The Fuck Is My D&D Character?

As I have noted in the past, I love that some writers describe their stories — usually in an elevator pitch or to sell the story to an agent, editor or reader — as “THIS STORY meets THAT STORY.” Right? “Oh,” the writer says, “It’s like CATCHER IN THE RYE meets SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS.” And you’re like, whoa, what the fuck does that even mean.

Today, we are going to find out.

Below, you’ll find two columns, each of 20 different fairly well-known properties.

You will randomly choose one from each column either by d20 or random number generator.

Then you will literally fill in the variables of the equation:

IT’S LIKE X MEETS Y.

And you will write the resultant story.

You have — let’s go with 2000 words this time around.

Write the story. Post on your blog or online space. Drop a link here so we can all read it. The stories will be due and ready one week from now — next Friday at noon EST.

Note: your goal is not to literally mash these up in fan-fiction (though I suppose if that’s where your head goes, hey, I can’t stop you) — the goal is to take the idea, the spirit of the combination and make them into a story all your own. What is the theoretical mash-up look like and feel like? Diggit? So, what’s the story like if you get: “It’s like HARRY POTTER meets INDIANA JONES?” Or, “It’s like GAME OF THRONES meets SCOOBY DOO.”

Smash them together, see what original story squishes out.

Ready? Set? Write.

COLUMN X

  1. Terminator
  2. Seinfeld
  3. Lord of the Rings
  4. When Harry Met Sally
  5. Jurassic Park
  6. Watership Down
  7. The Matrix
  8. John Carpenter’s The Thing
  9. James Bond
  10. Thomas the Tank Engine
  11. Transformers
  12. Harry Potter
  13. Girl With The Dragon Tattoo
  14. Fast and the Furious
  15. Being John Malkovich
  16. Frozen
  17. Top Gun
  18. Rambo
  19. Game of Thrones
  20. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe

COLUMN Y

  1. Star Wars
  2. True Detective
  3. True Grit
  4. Toy Story
  5. Die Hard
  6. Scooby Doo
  7. Friday the 13th
  8. The Avengers
  9. Star Trek
  10. 50 Shades of Grey
  11. Super Mario Brothers
  12. Indiana Jones
  13. Alice in Wonderland
  14. Twilight
  15. Jaws
  16. Titanic
  17. Back to the Future
  18. The Godfather
  19. Charlotte’s Web
  20. The Hunger Games

Douglas Wynne: Five Things I Learned Writing Red Equinox

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Urban explorer and photographer Becca Philips was raised in the shadow of Miskatonic University, steeped in the mysteries of her late grandmother’s work in occult studies. But what she thought was only myth becomes all too real when cultists unleash terror on the city of Boston. Now she’s caught between a shadowy government agency called SPECTRA and the followers of an apocalyptic faith bent on awakening an ancient evil.

As urban warfare breaks out between eldritch monsters and an emerging police state, Becca must uncover the secrets of a family heirloom known as the Fire of Cairo to banish the rising tide of darkness before the balance tips irrevocably at the Red Equinox.

WHAT BOSTON MIGHT LOOK LIKE UNDERWATER

I live about an hour north of Boston on coastal wetlands. In 2007 we had a storm combined with a full moon high tide and our house was flooded with over three feet of water on the ground floor. Furniture was floating. I lost a lot of books that day, but we got out okay, even though I had a hair-raising moment watching the lights flicker as water sloshed into the electrical outlets. The National Guard evacuated us, and wearing hip waders I carried my then-pregnant wife to the car with our dog swimming beside us. We got out right before the road went under.

This kind of thing is happening in more coastal cities each year.

So yeah, climate change is a thing. A thing that made a deep impression on me and was bound to come out in a story sooner or later. When I set out to write a Cthulhu Mythos novel set in a near-future apocalyptic Boston, I knew right away that the city would be recovering from a flood. What better environment for your marine-based Great Old Ones?

A modern metropolis overwhelmed by the sea had nice psychological connotations—especially for a book in which women play so many crucial roles—so I named the hurricane after sex phobic H.P. Lovecraft’s wife, Sonia. But after the joke, I still had to learn a lot about what an actual flooded Boston might look like. It’s a sobering picture, and while there are many excellent resources on the web that illustrate various scenarios, the one I printed out and tacked to the wall over my writing desk was this modified subway map. It’s close enough for speculative fiction, and it oriented the disaster to landmarks I know well.

HOWIE WAS A STONECOLD RACIST (BUT THE CONVERSATION DOESN’T END THERE)

Good thing H.P. Lovecraft didn’t have a Facebook page in the 1930s or we wouldn’t have the fiction. He had to spew his racist bullshit in private correspondence because Weird Tales didn’t have an online forum. Separating the art from the artist and cutting him some slack for being a product of his times are conversations for another place, but these days you just tune out writers whose beliefs are reprehensible. You don’t even read the fiction. Lovecraft, Like Orson Scott Card, was influential before we knew how nasty his personal worldview was.

The paranoid dread that we know and love from his work is probably rooted in his personal xenophobia, as Alan Moore has pointed out. So if we love the art, we have to understand that it has dirty roots in what made the man tick. As a fan, I’d always found his references to eugenics and “swarthy negroes” distasteful and archaic, but I had no idea until I’d built 90,000 words in his sandbox that it was as bad as this.

It’s like that sickly feeling you get in your stomach at the Thanksgiving table when a relative lets fly with the ugly. You think: I wouldn’t be here at the table if not for you, but ick!

While I was in the thick of writing my Lovecraftian novel, the World Fantasy Award controversy exploded and suddenly everyone wanted to replace the bust of Lovecraft with one of Octavia E. Butler to honor diversity. Not a bad idea. (Personally, I don’t think the award should be a bust of anyone. I’d go with a sword in a stone because that would be rad and getting a book published can feel like pulling one out).

Anyway, when the shit hit the fan and I learned how bad it really was, I was glad I had trusted my initial instincts to tell the story through the eyes of a fucked up art school girl and her “swarthy” friends. Lovecraft had a gift for expressing existential dread and alienation, and now some of his biggest fans, literary heirs, and curators are transgender folks and people of color. He’s huge in Latin America.

He’s probably rolling in his grave.

YOU CAN’T HAVE TOO MUCH TENSION

Before starting work on Red Equinox, I interviewed thriller author Jonathan Maberry. He recommended a great book: Writing the Breakout Novel Workbook by uber agent Donald Maass. I picked it up and ran my second draft through almost all of the exercises Maass prescribes. Wow. The subtitle should be “50 Ways to Intensify a Novel.”

The most difficult piece of advice to implement, the one Maass says he knows most writers won’t follow, is this: add tension on every page. It doesn’t have to be big gun-in-the-face tension, just something, anything, that raises a question or makes you curious about how a character will react to a bit of dialog or a piece of information. Now, maybe I didn’t end up with tension on every page, but at one point I shuffled a PDF of the manuscript and went through it in random order, looking at each page out of context, highlighting any tension, and asking, “what on this page makes you want to read the next one?”

It hurt. Nothing makes a manuscript look weaker than robbing it of context and momentum.

It also helped. Any changes that felt contrived, I dropped but the experiment taught me that you really can’t have too much tension or suspense.

GOOGLE IS YOUR FRENEMY

Ah, Google, the modern writer’s favorite research assistant. While it’s great for finding flood scenarios and porn and everything you need to write a convincing helicopter flyover (Thank you Google Earth, damn you’re cool), it can get some things very wrong. Like Latin translation, for example. Way wrong.

Start with computers, but make sure you have boots on the ground, too. I love Microsoft Word, but I’d never consider it a substitute for an editor. After my Google Earth flyovers, I made a few trips into the city and snapped my own reference photos up close. If you’re writing a real world setting—even one set in a dystopian future that gives you some creative license—do this whenever possible. It’s how you get the gritty details right, and how you find inspiration in things you’d never know about otherwise. Walk around, smell things, and talk to people.

Real people will make you look smarter every time. That’s why I talk to National Monument rangers and forensics experts. And even though I love behindthename.com for telling me that the surname Marlowe means “drained lake,” and Nereus means “god of the sea,” I love weird fiction scholar S.T. Joshi even more for correcting my botched Latin titles for the spellbooks I invented. Google Translator would have let me go out with my fly open on that one.

WRITE WHO YOU LOVE

We’ve all heard “write what you know” and “write what you love.” I say write who you love. In the introduction to The Golden Man, Philip K. Dick said, “I want to write about people I love, and put them into a fictional world spun out of my own mind.” It’s not a bad approach. And yet, when my friends and family complain that I keep killing them off, I tell them they have to stop identifying with figments of my imagination. Characters might have their genesis in the traits of people you know from life, but in the crucible of fiction they should become both more and less than the flesh and blood that inspired them. Still, you can’t go wrong thinking about the weird and complex combination of interests, abilities, disabilities, and quirks that make up the people you know and love well. It’s hard to write a cardboard character if you’re doing that.

This was my first time writing a female protagonist, and I didn’t want her to be just another sexy young heroine distracted by romance in the eye of a supernatural shit storm. So I based Becca Philips on the kind of person my wife was in her 20s (sorry, honey, it’s meant as a compliment). Becca became her own person in the writing. I don’t see my wife when I picture her. But the association unlocked the complexity of her character and enabled me to tell you a lot about her with a pretty economical set of cues.

Of course, it’s also fun to write who you loathe. Someone from the daily grind getting on your nerves? Oh man is it therapeutic to grant them a visceral death on the page. I uh…might have done that, too.

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Douglas Wynne is the author of the novels The Devil of Echo Lake, Steel Breeze, and Red Equinox. He lives in Massachusetts with his wife and son and spends most of his time hanging out with a pack of dogs when he isn’t writing, playing guitar, or swinging a katana at the dojo.

Douglas Wynne: Website | Twitter

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Search Term Bingo Is Not The Droids You’re Looking For

It’s been a while since I did a proper Search Term Bingo, huh? WELL THAT CHANGES NOW. Here, again, another installment, where I gaze at those strangest of search terms — the ones that brought hapless web wanderers to this very blog.

tent-wendig.com

Oh ho ho. Someone found this old small business project of mine. Funny how the Internet never really forgets anything, huh? Gosh. The idea was this: you’d to go a website and order a tent, and then the tent would come pre-constructed, right? And I’d be in it. I’d be in every tent. And I could be doing whatever you wanted. Like, we had a series of pre-designed packages: The Swiss Meter-Maid, the Forgetful Proctologist, the Glitter Donkey, the Pickled-and-Tickled Lumberjack. But I was intending to take special requests, too, you know? Keep it fun for everybody. Unfortunately, even before we got off the ground Amazon bought us out for like, four bucks.

Goddamn you, Amazon.

Goddamn you.

i am an egg

I hope it’s okay that I eat you, then.

i cannot think of a name for my protagonist

I got this covered. Here is a series of twenty protagonist names. These are free to use!

  1. Scooby McClatchett
  2. Hard-Nipples Hartigan
  3. DJ Detective MC Syrena Minx, Esquire
  4. Monsieur Fatbutter
  5. Dave
  6. Rhonda Pankowicz, the Crimson Veterinarian of Prague
  7. Chunk Wending
  8. Luke Skywalker
  9. Duke Cloudprancer
  10. Captain Sally Slamdance of the USS Rumblebottom
  11. Doctor Spunk Funkins
  12. Taco Bell
  13. Number 43
  14. Little Pistachio
  15. Jeb Bush
  16. Princess Plops, the Apocalypse Pony
  17. Fuck Jamz
  18. Old Man Baby
  19. Jenny Spleenteeth
  20. Nigel Salmontrousers

can i hypnotize my wife with just my voice?

As long as you master Tuvan throat-singing, sure.

vampire lube

Pretty sure that’s just blood.

hvordan skrive grøsser

THE DREADED HVORDAN STRIVE GRØSSER:

XP 2500

MEDIUM WASTELAND SLINKER (LIEUTENANT)

STR 14 / DEX 12 / WIS 16 / CON 18 / LINT 4 / LOL 17

INITIATIVE +3 / PERCEPTION +9

HP 194 / AC 8 / REFLEX 5 / WILLPOWER 78

SAVING THROWS + 3 AGAINST TUPPERWARE

SPEED 12

POWERS: AURA OF PUDDING / SCUMFORGED / THUNDEROUS WARTS

WEAPONS: MANRIKI GUSARI MADE OF HOT SAUSAGES

ALIGNMENT: REPUBLICAN

LANGUAGES: MOISTURE VAPORATORS

EQUIPMENT: SATANIC CALCULATOR WATCH

how to fuck a bisquick pancake

Well. Jinkies. That is something of a puzzle. My initial response was that you’d just make a Bisquick pancake according to the directions on the box, and then you’d cut a hole in it and — well, you’d do your business. Long as it wasn’t still scalding hot and dripping with sticky syrup, I think you’d be pretty safe — plus, pillowy! Warm! Pancakey! Mmmm. But that assumes you’re a man, and that’s very prejudiced of me. And it also demonstrates a lack of creativity on my part. So, I’d actually suggest instead making a sophisticated mold of whatever SEX PARTS you want to FAKE MATE WITH and then pour the batter into that, and then you can use your new Bisquick pancake sex toy however you like. Though at that point: is it still a pancake? That, my friends, is a question left to the great philosophers.

if somebody hurt my friend settings for rent how can i put your fear of a werewolf in him

The eternal question, right there. What if somebody hurts your friends settings for rent? And if they do, how do you put my fear of a werewolf in him? And if you do manage to put my fear of werewolf in him, how will he then fuck a Bisquick pancake? BOOM. It just — it just boggles the mind. Somebody call Neil DeGrasse Tyson. Get him on the case. He’s a detective, right? I’m pretty sure he’s a detective. Him and Ice-T. Now that’s a cop show I’d watch.

sexting a pdf

Ooh! Zing! Nothing more sexy (sexty) than a PDF file!

*nasally monotone voice over a Skyped conference call*

“Janice. It’s me, Steven. Yes. I would very much like to copulate with you. My parts with your parts. Yes. Right. Uh-huh. Here, I’ll send you all the sextings in PDF format. I look forward to our sextual meeting later. Please return all sextual sextings to me in an Excel spreadsheet. I cannot wait to pivot your tables. If you know what I mean. Va-va-voom.”

ent blood in semen over 60 years old concern

Holy shit, what? That must be from a really weird episode of CSI: MIDDLE EARTH. “This ent blood has been in the semen for over 60 years, since the fall of Sauron when that little guy threw that jewelry into the volcano. The real concern is, who killed Nigel Salmontrousers?” Right now, Tolkien is spinning in his grave like the top from Inception.

how do I describe something that’s bad?

Go with “poopy.”

i want to become a proffectinal writer

I’d say you’re good to go.

asswriter pee

Uhhh. Whhhh. Brrruhhh? I don’t… I… I got nothing.

hard-drinking vampires

^^^ The name of Scalzi’s new band.

a long hot sexy uncle

Here’s what you do. When someone asks you what you’re up to or where you’re going, say, “I’m gonna go take a long, hot, sexy uncle.” But mumble it a little. Face away from them, say it into your hand. And then when they ask what you just said, stare at them and say: “I didn’t say anything.” Then throw sand in their eyes and run out of the building. That’s how you make yourself more mysterious and interesting. And who doesn’t want that?

someone bit my butt is that a metaphor?

I think you’ve probably been attacked by the serial butt-biter that’s been plaguing these realms. But maybe for the butt-biter, the biting-of-butts is somehow metaphorical. Maybe he’s saying, Hey, you know that thing called ‘life?’ Life is just a series of strangers sneaking up when you least expecting it, and biting you on the ass. You know what I mean? 

And we’re all like, yeah, yeah, I feel that. Life is just an ass-bite. A parade of ass-bites.

But still, if you see that guy, you should probably Taser him in the balls and call 911.

raspy macaroni

*adds to list of protagonist names above: number 21. Raspy Macaroni*

the paris metro is considering digging anti-suicide ditches

This is actually a thing. Which is pretty fucking interesting — the very concept of an “anti-suicide” anything is pretty fascinating. My question is: how the hell did that get you to this blog?! What strange Internet alchemy took that search term and plunged you down the digital chute to reach my website?

why does a metaphor have to compare two unlike things

Gee, I dunno. Maybe because comparing two entirely-samey-samey things is dull as paint? “The Dachsund was like a Corgi.” “The knife cut him like a sword, you know, in that both of them are sharp and made of metal except one is just smaller than the other.” “The sun was like a star, except specifically a star that wasn’t the sun, like, not our sun specifically, but in fact a whole different sun? In another galaxy? Just exactly but inexactly that.”

how many books don’t get published

Given the advent of self-publishing, this number is fast approaching zero! You can publish anything you want, now. AND YOU PROBABLY WILL. Geriatric mailman erotica! Science-fiction about sentient boner pills. Literary fiction that consists somehow only of Oxford commas. Zombie twerking pamphlets. The possibilities are endless and soon we will have the day where NO BOOKS ARE NEVER NOT PUBLISHED. The e-book singularity approacheth.

fucking methodists

You know what? Yeah. Yeah.

Fucking Methodists, man. Methodists are always fucking with my shit. It’s late at night. And I’m sleeping. And then what happens? Fucking Methodists are all up in the house. They’re at the windows. They’re at the edge of my bed. Just standing there. Then they’re kidnapping me, taking me out of my bed, and I’m hovering like I’m Han Solo in Carbonite, and next thing I know these fucking Methodists are all up in my behind with their space probes —

*receives note*

Oh. Ohhhh. Yeah, that’s probably accurate. Sorry! Sorry. I mean “aliens,” not “Methodists.”

nipple chucking

The ancient Welsh sport of “nipple chucking” is finally getting its day. I hear they’re considering it for the Olympics next go-around, and some of the international leagues are finally getting ESPN time. Time to get back into practice, get ready for my comeback.

*rubs bone dust on hands*

*huffs huge sack of dried Druid nipples over shoulder*

*hurls sack of nipples into swamp water*

*grunts*

PUT ME IN THE GAME, COACH

sausage mike and cheese

^^^ My nickname in home-ec class back in high school. “YO, SAUSAGE MIKE AND CHEESE,” the home-ec teacher would say when I came in the room. “YO, MISSUS SPLEENTEETH,” I’d say back. She’d high-five me and be all like, “LET’S MAKE SOME MOTHERFUCKING APPLE BUTTER.” And we would. We really would. Those were special days. And now they’re gone.

Hold onto the time you have, is the moral of this story.

Appreciate every second.

how many words do you have to type if you have 30 days and 50,000 words

*does some calculations*

*runs it through Excel*

*runs it through a graphic calculator*

*runs it through the bowels of a spry, young civet cat*

*calls accountant*

*confirms with NASA*

The number is “55.”

why does elmo always ask babies

That’s a good question, Googler. I echo your query! Why does Elmo always ask babies? What the hell is that about? Elmo, as I understand it, is meant to represent a toddler. He acts like one, has the rough mental capacity of one, and appeals to the toddlerian mind. So why in the name of Sweet Saint Fuck does he ask babies anything? That’s a segment on his show-within-a-show, right? ASK A BABY. He goes and asks some dumb baby about some dumb question and the baby’s like — *urp, spits up* — and that apparently satisfies Elmo, who possesses the keenly incisive mind of a grapefruit. I have a toddler and at no point does my toddler turn to children younger than him for wisdom. Because babies can’t teach you jack shit. Even babies know that. Even babies know that babies are too dumb to be reliable sources of information to other babies.

Elmo, you’re a bad role model. Just terrible. Especially talking to that weird guy next door, Mister Noodle. Who probably has his whole house build on a foundation of child bones. OH YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE. Something is not right with that dude.

crate any broblem while kicking in asshole

What the genuine fuck.

lee majors penis

I have mentioned this search term before, but I’m bringing it back up for a reason:

Not a day goes by that someone does not get to this website by searching for the phrase: “Lee Majors penis” in some combination. Every. Day. Lee Majors’ penis is a gateway — magical, perhaps, like Narnian furniture — to this blog.

Which means that every day, someone is searching online for Lee Majors’ penis. They are interested enough in the subject, or in pursuing images of said subject, to Google this daily. Maybe it’s just one person. Just some guy out there who is a super-fan of that particular wang. Or maybe he’s writing a paper. A doctorate thesis or a memoir about his life in relation to the dong of Colonel Steve Austin. Or could be there’s a whole group of people out there. Maybe a cult, or a bona fide subculture. A secret underground fascination with Lee Majors’ penis. I bet John Waters is involved. This seems like his wheelhouse.

And the great thing is, I am only further confirming that if you search for Lee Majors’ penis online, this website will be the preeminent authority on that subject. An Ouroboros of search terms — the more I talk about it, the likelier it is that any searches for it will deposit you here, which means I will talk about it more, and more, and more. Until it is all I talk about. Until this is all that there is. All of it. Lee Majors’ penis. Everywhere. All around us. Like the Force. Like the Force.

Let that sink in for a minute.

Yeah. Yeah. Exactly.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go take a long, hot, sexy uncle.

Delilah S. Dawson: 25 Writing Hacks From A Hack Writer

You will sit there. And you will listen as Delilah S. Dawson (whose YA, Servants of the Storm, is out now, and whose YA sci-fi hitman tale, HIT, comes out soon) hacks your ass apart with an axe. *is handed a note* Okay, turns out that’s not what she’s doing here. She’s trying to LIFE HACK your WRITING LIFE. With an axe! *is handed another note* All right, no axe. Just words. Good to know. *reels murder tarp back into its container* Anyway! Here she is:

Bad news: YOU HAVE BEEN LIVING WRONG YOUR WHOLE LIFE. You cook corn wrong, you eat cupcakes wrong, you haven’t used an old CD spindle to store hobo organs. Wrong, wrong, wrong. And that goes for writing, too.

Thing is, it’s hard to write when you’re doing life wrong, which is why I’m here to help. I’d actually like to write an entire non-fiction book about hacking your life and your writing, and this post is a test run. If you like it, please let me know in the comments. And if you see something I’m missing, like how you can write an entire book using a simple cordless drill and a Mason jar full of glitter, let me know that, too. I’m here to answer your questions about all the shit you’re messing up. Like your mom, but productive!

1. PICK UP THE FUCKING REINS AND START DRIVING.

You control the horse that is your life, and you can use spurs or dangle a carrot or just sit in the damn pasture and think about daisies. Acknowledge that you are in control. Accept that your writing is affected by the outside world and plan accordingly. As great as it would be if anyone could write at any time and unicorns were plentiful and good for eating, it’s just not true. Your writing will always come at the mercy of your environment, your job, your body, your hormones, your family. The best thing you can do is start engineering your world in a way that facilitates your writing. Also, start breeding edible unicorns.

2. EMBRACE THE MINIMAL EFFECTIVE DOSE.

Make the smallest change possible to reach the desired impact. You don’t have to overhaul your life; just figure out how to tweak it. It would be great if we all had our own writing sheds LIKE SOME PEOPLE. But I live on the side of a cliff and don’t know any Amish people, so I have to make do. The thing is, you don’t have to spend mad bank to be a “real” writer. There is no Perfect Experience that will instantly cause your Muse to appear like a genie holding a bottle of Scotch. So start small. For example, before building a solid gold office addition on your home, try buying a laptop desk or card table for $15 and put it in the spare bedroom. I wrote my first book on the couch using a collapsible TV table to hold my laptop as I nursed my baby on a Boppy. It wasn’t pretty, but it worked.

3. GET RID OF EXTRANEOUS BULLSHIT.

Do you ever feel trapped in your home? Like you have too much crap to sort through? Do you sit down to write and start making a list of all the cleaning you should be doing? Ugh. That’s not good for writing.

One of the best things I ever did was to get rid of 60% of the crap I owned. We downsized from a big suburban home to a smaller mountain cabin, which meant we took dozens of bags of old clothes, linens, and doodads to Goodwill and put everything else on the front lawn with a sign and a Craigslist ad that said, “Take whatever you want as long as you don’t ring the doorbell. Also, no murders. Thanks.” I’m a painter, which meant I had 15 years of artwork that I was sick of looking at, so I put that out there, too. Everything that was left got donated or chucked into a Bagster, which is this truck-sized Ikea-style bag that you buy from Home Depot, fill with shit, and call to have picked up. This makes your problem, as Douglas Adams says, Somebody Else’s Problem.

Do I miss my stuff? Hell no. Life’s so much easier when you’re not weighed down by history, crap, and guilt. If you need a more complete primer for how to get rid of all your shit, I highly recommend the book The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up (http://www.amazon.com/Life-Changing-Magic-Tidying-effective-clutter-ebook/dp/B00KK0PICK), which really did change my life. Another good one is Everything That Remains (http://www.amazon.com/Everything-That-Remains-Memoir-Minimalists-ebook/dp/B00HGJ9D6K). Clear your space to make your mind more nimble. Plus, less shit to clean!

4. THEN DESTROY THE BOTTLENECKS.

So we got rid of all that crap. We moved to a much smaller house with an empty attic. Still, there were certain places that constantly made me annoyed when I walked past them—places where *new* crap collected. My husband’s dresser drawers, always spilling out. The closet. The vitamin cabinet in the kitchen. Things that we couldn’t get rid of but that were never tidy. Now burn all that. KIDDING.

The answer here is to get creative—and you don’t have to go to the Container Store and buy a bunch of new shit, either. For my closet, I built two shelves to hold all my boots. Boom! It’s suddenly pretty and clean. For the vitamin cabinet, I used granola bar boxes to corral the roly-poly vitamin bottles. Same for the coffee. The onions are now in a tin bucket from some Christmas popcorn. The epsom salt for my bath is in a $4 glass jar with a pour spout. These small accents suddenly take away those concentration-breaking moments where you encounter snarls in your life, and that makes writing easier. And all you have to do is pay attention to the places in your house where you get that little wrinkle between your brows and get vicious about fixing it.

5. SLAY YOUR DRAGONS IMMEDIATELY.

When my writing is constipated, it’s often because my environment and brain are constipated. I’ve passed that same receipt on the floor 400 times and haven’t picked it up. I don’t want to print that contract and mail it. I don’t like paying bills. I need to send that annoying email. I have to say no to someone. When your brain is cluttered with these little frustrations, it’s hard to be nimble in the way that produces the most exciting book. And when you sit down to write, you’re suddenly thinking about all the junk you have to do. If you wait to long to slay your dragons, they get big and crafty and will destroy you.

So trash the receipt. Pay your bills. Send the annoying emails. Make a to-do list to offload whatever your brain is clutching like a little kid with a crushed frog. Get it off your plate. You’ll feel so much better, especially if you do all the crap you hate before 8am, before the dragons wake up.

6. RUN TO THE LIGHT, CAROL ANNE.

Most writers struggle with depression, or at least cycles of self-loathing and non-bathing. Especially in winter. That’s why “pajama pants and more wine” is a thing. I’ve found that a 10,000 LUX light box used in the morning helps immensely in outlook and motivation. I turn mine on for 45 minutes while I’m having coffee and breakfast, usually in the 7am range. And it makes me feel a lot better. Yeah, they cost $70+. But that’s less than half an hour of therapy costs and you still don’t have to put on pants, so WIN.

7. INDULGE INTELLIGENTLY.

Figure out what really makes a difference in your life and spend what you can for quality. For me, that means I drink great coffee in my Chemex. We get bi-weekly delivery of Blue Bottle coffee, and I drink 2 cups every morning with organic half-and-half. And it makes my entire day better. Maybe for you it’s tea or hot chocolate or a drink from the Starbucks window. But if it makes a real difference, put your dollars there. If using a $300 laptop makes you want to rip out all your hair, pay close attention to sales and get the MacBook you’ll love. I also insist on nice leather boots as my only footwear, so I keep an eagle eye on sales at 6pm.com and get my $350 boots for $54 with free shipping. Might sound silly or pricy to you, but it’s balanced out by the fact that my boots last forever and I don’t care about things like iPhones, cable TV, or expensive purses. We all have our forspecial thingy.

Life’s too short to hate your computer, to drink shitty coffee, to wear crappy shoes, or to eat a Whopper Jr. when you really want a Five Guys Burger. If you choose carefully instead of throwing your money at everything that moves, indulgence can be pretty reasonable.

8. MAKE FOOD RULES.

When I’m first drafting, I often forget to eat. All day. And when I’m editing, I can snarf half a cake without noticing. Neither is particularly healthy. So it turns out that the best thing I can do for my writing is recognize that I’m pretty stupid about food and make it easy on myself in advance. What works best for me is the slow-carb diet as outlined in The 4-Hour Body by Tim Ferriss. That means that I mostly eat meat, vegetables, beans, and nuts. No grains, no sugar. So I start by not letting any snack foods into the house—and throwing out all the tempting crap lying around. Then I stock the kitchen with easy to make foods that are good for me. Raw nuts, carrots and hummus, sausage, eggs. I cook 8 chicken thighs or a grassfed beef roast and eat on it for several days. I make a commitment to having an omelet and eggs every morning, and once the choice (OMG WHAT IS FOR BREAKFAST WHAT IS FOOD HOW DO I EAT OOOOH CHEEZ-ITS) is taken away, I stop worrying about food and rewards and my weight all the time. And then I’m free to think about other things. Like writing.

See what we’re doing here? Everything on the list so far is about making your mind more free, more nimble. You make a thousand unnecessary, bullshit choices every day that take brain cells away from your writing. Free your mind, and the rest will follow.

9. LEARN HOW TO SAY NO

If you just shouted NO at the screen, CONGRATULATIONS. You may go on to number 10.

Confession: I have only learned how to say no in the last couple of years, and it is GLORIOUS. When you’re a new writer, it’s pretty normal to be terrified of saying no to anyone or anything, as if you might throw away that one chance at greatness. As Patrick Rothfuss once said to me, BUUUUUUULLSHIT. Saying yes to something you dread is like accepting someone else’s heavy suitcase. And now you have 10 suitcases stacked on your back. Doesn’t feel good, does it? You’re basically trading 30 seconds of discomfort (disappointing someone by saying no) for months of dread.

You don’t have to say yes to writing for free, to writing something you don’t want to write for not enough money, to going to a conference that’s going to cost you more emotionally and fiscally than staying home. You don’t owe anyone anything. You must conserve your energy and channel it into your writing.

Fun fact: They (by which I mean REAL SCIENTISTS), did some experiments about saying no. They’ve found that if you start with “I don’t”, you’ll feel better about your decision and stick with it longer, plus people won’t push back. As in:

Them: Hey, so will you write this thing for me for free?

You: I can’t. I’m super busy, and…

Them: But EXPOSURE! And TRAFFIC! And I’ll give you an extra month on the deadline!

You: UGGGGGGHOUTOFEXCUSES. FINE.

See? “I can’t” just makes ’em more doggedly persistent. It’s an automatic foot in the door.

Them: Hey, so will you write this thing for me for free?

You: I don’t write for free.

Them: Well, I don’t have any budget at this time. Never mind!

Only say yes to the things you want to do that will help you reach your goal. Period. Interrobang.

10. SCREW GUILT.

This is another case of getting rid of a backlog of bullshit that keeps you from reaching your writing potential. Fact is, you probably have some kind of guilt attached to your writing. While you write, you’re ignoring your kids, keeping your significant other awake, using time when you could be doing chores, or “doing a real job.” And fuck that. Writing, or whatever your passion might be, is worth pursuing. You are a human being with one life, and you damn well deserve to do the thing that brings you joy. You do not have to feel guilty for pursuing your passion.

Repeat: DO NOT FEEL GUILTY FOR PURSUING YOUR PASSION.

Now, that being said, you have to keep up your bargains with the world. You can’t just quit your day job and spend your family’s savings to rent a writer’s bungalow in Bali. You have to pay your bills and taxes, keep your kids healthy, and pay attention to that person you promised to love and cherish. As with all things, there’s a balance. But if you’re doing all the things you’re supposed to be doing, you have every right as a living creature to pursue your bliss in your spare time. Anyone who says otherwise is a dreamkiller, and fuck dreamkillers right in the ear. If someone tries to make you feel bad for writing, consider why they’re being a toxic douchebag and why you need them in your life.

Also of note: You don’t have to call them “guilty pleasures.” There’s no reason to be ashamed of the things that bring you pleasure. Just own it. Make anyone who calls you on it feel horribly awkward.

11. GET THE HELL OUT OF THE HOUSE.

I love my pajama pants as much as the next person. Hell, probably more. But I know that I do better work when I’m bathed, fully dressed, and feeling pretty. Although we veterans in the trenches might tweet that we’re on day 4 of polar bear pajamas and college sweatshirt with 0 bathing and There’s Something About Mary hair, that’s probably during edits on a deadline. For all other situations, your brain will perk up if you get out into the world with a freshly bathed bod, feeling vibrant and being among other human beings. Listen to conversations at the coffee shop, take an interesting class, browse a bookstore, see a movie, go to Sephora, visit a zoo or pet store. It can be very easy, as a writer, to get into a vicious cycle of sitting in your house like a mole doing nothing and staring at a blank screen, furious because the writing won’t come.

This is a loop. You must get out of the loop. Let me tell you more about loops.

12. LOOPS ARE THE ENEMY. BREAK THEM.

Look. Your brain is very lazy. Your brain likes for things to be easy. Your brain will get itself caught in loops like that polar bear at the Central Park Zoo who swims the same loop 8000 times a day. And do you know what he can’t do while he’s swimming loops? Write a book.

You know you’re in a loop when you keep doing the same fucking thing over and over and can’t seem to stop. Minecraft, Candy Crush, shopping for the perfect shoes, scrolling through Facebook, reading every article on Cracked, hunting for the right tattoo on Pinterest. Same thing, over and over, hunting for a seratonin hit and never getting satisfied but just getting enough of a little ping to keep doing it. It’s like playing the slots and winning a dollar here, a dollar there, losing all along, always hoping for some big-ass jackpot that rarely happens. And when you’re writing and you get stuck in a loop, the writing stops.

Catch yourself in a loop? You’ve got to get away from the screen. Go for a walk. Take a bath or shower or swim. Read a paper book. Play with the dog. Call a friend. Go for a drive while listening to music. You must break the loop and get your brain concentrating on something else. That’s why most of my “breakthroughs” happen when I’m in water or driving. My brain can’t think clearly when it’s in a loop. It keeps insisting that there’s only one answer to the problem, only one thing that could happen in the plot. Can you imagine there being only one thing that could happen in a plot? There are infinite things that could happen! Flying monkeys and evil twins and alien blancmanges! If you can learn to catch yourself in a loop, you can learn to break the loop. And then you can move on bravely, in writing and in life.

13. LEARN TO TREAT YO’SELF.

Whether you’re the kind of person who needs planned rewards for hitting goals while writing or who thrives on little surprises, it’s important to give yourself a present every day, as Agent Cooper said on Twin Peaks a thousand years ago. Sometimes, it’s as simple as a four-pack of interestingly colorful pens at Wal-Mart or an exceptionally huge Honeycrisp apple. Sometimes, yeah, it’s a pair of boots or a nice dinner when I’ve sold a short story. But you deserve happiness big and small, and if the world doesn’t provide it, it’s your job to make it happen.

Don’t count on anyone else to do it for you. Take charge of your own desires. RAWR.

14. LEARN TO FIX SHIT YO’SELF.

Know what feels powerful as hell? Fixing your own fucking toilet, that’s what. Not only do writers not typically have tons of money, we hate waiting around to pay some dude to fix something while we’d rather be working on our book in our pajamas. Right? So learn how to use Google and YouTube. Learn how to fix a leaky toilet, change your water filter, install shelves, and generally solve your own problems. Most parts are available to buy online. Most manuals are available free online. Google “DIY <anything>”, and you’ll find that little grandmas in Kansas can teach you how to make a bulldozer out of old spools and denture glue. A writer is a MacGyver of story. Now become a MacGyver of your environment.

15. ONLY SET GOALS YOU CAN REACH.

Okay, so I know I said NO DREAMKILLERS. But think of this more as a dream guide. The thing is, you are most likely not going to be the next J.K. Rowling. Dreaming too big can be dangerous. If you’re reading this, I’m assuming you want to be a writer. And if you want to be a writer, you want to be a hella successful writer who sleeps in a bed of moneys and solid gold typewriters. The people you see succeeding have been working hard for ten years, most likely not under what you consider the ideal conditions. You’re only seeing the tip of that toil iceberg. There’s no such thing as instant success. You are not going to lob an elevator pitch at John Green and have him say HOLY SHIT LET’S CALL MY EDITOR AND GET THE MOVIE CAST WITH TOM HIDDLESTON.

So I’m a big believer in setting goals that are realistic, clearly defined, and quantifiable. That means you don’t say, “I want to be a successful writer.” You say, “My first goal is to write and edit an 80k book in six months. My next goal is to query literary agents and find representation by this time next year.” Clear, achievable, and easy to answer whether or not you’ve succeeded. It’s great if you want to be on the NYT bestsellers list, but that goal means nothing if you can’t break it down into realistic components and figure out what it will take to get there. If you haven’t read my 25 Steps to Being a Traditionally Published Writer (http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2013/08/13/25-steps-to-being-a-traditionally-published-author-lazy-bastard-edition/), that might help.

16. LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN NEEDING AND WANTING.

You need food, shelter, electricity, clothing. You want another season of Legend of Korra. Wanting is normal. In a world where most of our physical needs are met, we’re always looking for something to desire, to strive toward. The thing is, you have to figure out what’s worth your time and money and what’s just your brain being a petulant Dudley Dursley. Every object represents a story you’re telling yourself. Quite often, we hang our happiness on some stupid thingy. If I had that computer, I would write a hundred pages a day. If I had that couch, my house would look like Martha Fucking Stewart’s and be clean all the time. If I had that leather jacket, I would be cool like Fonzy. If I had new eyeshadow, I would look like Natalie Dormer and be beautiful all the time. If I hit list, I would be THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD. Your brain tells you these stories, these lies—not about the object, but about the possibilities.

Sad fact, you guys. Very few of these stories come true. Most often, when you get THE THINGY, you realize that nothing has changed. The little ping of happiness disappears almost immediately, kind of like the dollar figure placed on a car the moment it’s driven off the lot. Hope dies with possession.

But! If you can grok this and apply it, you lift a huge burden off your life. See, the media tries to tell us these stories to force us to chuck our money at bullshit we don’t need. If you spend less money on bullshit you don’t need, you’re less tied to a life of unhappy toil. So many people want to quit jobs they hate so they can pursue their passions, but they also want bigger houses and fancier cars, so they have to keep the jobs they hate. I’m on the side of buying less shit and working less so you can have more fun.

So, whenever you’re holding your debit card, look at THE THINGY. What lies is it whispering to you? Will possessing THE THINGY change your life? Is that life change worth the price tag?

17. CHECK YOUR COMPASS, CHECK YOUR MAP.

Have you ever read about how human beings can’t walk in a straight line? Basically, if you start walking toward your destination, you’ll end up off-course because the ground is rocky or one of your legs is shorter than the other or you get chased off the path by rabid badgers. That’s why you need both a map and a compass. You need to know where you’re going and have a way to regularly confirm that you’re on the right road.

Which, yeah, applies to writing and life. Complacency doesn’t get you anywhere. Refusing to change is like sinking into a swamp. Whatever you want, you need to consistently look at what you’re doing and how it’s working. Not getting your book where you want it? Maybe you need to take a class, go to a writers group, or go to a conference. Not getting an agent? Maybe you need to read more QueryShark or write a new book. Not selling as many self-pub books as you want? Maybe you’re not reaching the right audience or maybe you need a new cover or should pay for targeted ads. The point is, if you’re not where you want to be, figure out why and try something new to get you closer to your target.

18. INVEST IN YOURSELF.

So I inherited this life philosophy from my parents that boils down to: WORK 60 HOURS A WEEK UNTIL YOU’RE OLD AND BROKEN AND DON’T TAKE VACATIONS AND THEN RETIRE TO DIE SLOWLY AMONG YOUR DRAGON GOLD BECAUSE YOUR REWARD IS WITH BABY JESUS IN HEAVEN. And you know what? Fuck that.

Invest in yourself. Invest in activities and books that make you a better person. Invest in experiences that broaden your worldview. Invest in classes that push your mind and body. Invest in preventative medicine and probiotics and organic apples and good cheese. Jesus, is there anything more important in the entire world than your mental and physical health? Nope, nope, big glass of nope.

The key here is to maximize your investment. Don’t sign up for a year of yoga classes, buy thirty pairs of Lululemon pants, and then realize you hate yoga—just go to the free first class and then pay by the class until it’s a habit. Don’t go to freaking Harvard for your Creative Writing degree when there are free classes online. Don’t go on an expensive world tour trip for that novel you might or might not write when you can go to a writing conference in California and pitch the novel you’ve written as a tax write-off, network with colleagues, stay with a friend, and visit Disneyland while you’re there.

19. GET SLEEP, DUMMY.

Full disclosure: The only reason I was able to write my first book was because on the “Three Hours of Sleep a Night Plan” with a frachetty baby, I broke my brain. Now that my kids sleep through the night and I’ve got several books under my belt, I understand that quality sleep is absolutely not negotiable. But I have trouble sleeping, and if you’re a writer or a parent, you probably do, too. What to do?

Figure out why you’re not getting 8 hours of sleep. Are you too warm or cold? Are your kids too needy? Does your brain not shut up until 3am? Do you have to wake up at the asscrack of dawn? Now figure out what it’ll take to get more sleep. Maybe you need a mid-day nap. Maybe you need more blankets or a fan or a white noise machine. Maybe you need to make a deal with your spouse that while you’re first drafting, they’ll take care of midnight kid screeches. Point is, make sleep a priority and treat it like a problem in your book so that it gets solved instead of you just waffling about it and limping through life on five hours a night so you don’t have to confront it.

Honestly, sleep has always been a problem for me. I take 1/4 of a Unisom tablet every night so that I can get to sleep before midnight and stay asleep until morning. Minimum effective dose is your friend, meaning that you don’t need to comatize yourself with Ambien when a swig of ZZZQuil will do. Most sleep problems can be solved with $20 and a conversation.

Which leads me to…

20. STOP MAKING EXCUSES.

I have a saying my kids hate, which is DON’T BRING ME PROBLEMS; BRING ME SOLUTIONS. Instead of, “Mommy, I can’t find my shoes,” look for your shoes. Instead of, “Mommy, he took my shoes,” tell me what you think I should do about it. And that goes for adults, too.

Instead of saying, “I don’t have the time to write,” put down the channel changer/XBOX controller and make the time. Instead of saying, “I don’t have the money to go to the conference,” apply for the scholarship or sell your old SLR on Craigslist. Instead of saying, “But I need this long-winded chapter on sex robots,” make the sex robots so important to the book that you can’t cut it. Basically, stop complaining, put on your big kid pants, solve your problems, and get out of your own way.

One of the most formative things that’s happened to me as an adult was when I was moping around the house because every time I drove by this horse pasture, it made me feel horrible. When my husband asked me why I was so sad, I said, “Because all I ever wanted as a kid was horses, and I still don’t have horses.” “So have horses,” he said. “Go take a lesson or schedule a trail ride or whatever.” And then I started my list of excuses: time, money, I needed a helmet, who would watch the kids. And my genius, brilliant, psychologist husband said, “If not now, when?”

Holy shit. I mean… IF NOT NOW, WHEN?

And… yeah. When? There’s no perfect time to take a chance. But every day you waste coming up with excuses is another day that you’re not acting on your dreams. If there’s something you want so badly that you feel shitty for not doing it or pursuing it, find a way to do it and a path to pursue it.

21. FIND YOUR TRIBE AND AVOID ASSHOLES.

I was a lonely, introverted kid and a bitchy, emo young adult. No one understood me. Everybody was phonies. I was basically Randal from Clerks. Then the internet came along and changed everything. Now, whoever you are and whatever you dig, there are other people just like you, and you can find them. And as an adult, you get to choose who you spend time with.

Let me repeat that: You get to choose the people with whom you spend your time.

If your family is jerks, you don’t have to give them your attention. You don’t have to be Facebook friends with them or stay on the phone with them or go to shitty reunions where everybody gets drunk and fights. You don’t have to be in a Mom’s Group that you hate or on a bowling team you hate or on the neighborhood HOA. I don’t care what your mama said or what your guilt is telling you, YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE AROUND PEOPLE WHO MAKE YOU MISERABLE.

Ok, maybe at your job you do. But in your free time, you never signed a contract to put up with assholes.

Whether it’s because I’m a woman or a Southerner, I was taught that you were nice to everybody, took abuse with a smile and an apology, and kept pushing that rock up the hill even when it made your life worse. Now? No one gets to treat me that way. No one automatically deserves your time and respect.

22. FIND OUT WHAT BLISSES YOU OUT AND DO IT REGULARLY.

Ok, maybe not if murder is what blisses you out. But there is something in your life that makes you completely blissful, and you probably don’t do it enough. For me, it’s horseback riding. I come home limp as a noodle with a kindness buzz that lasts for hours. Better than Valium! Here’s a trick: When you were in elementary school, what 3 things did you enjoy the most? They are most likely the same things, or close. For me, it was horses, reading, and playing on the playground alone. Still my favorites.

The way society is structured right now tells us that the only way to get exercise and “play” is to go to the gym and do repetitive bullshit. Ugh. So find a local soccer league, hit the ice skating rink, get into rock climbing. If you liked playing with dolls/action figures, try a LARP or D&D game or something online, like Storium. If you liked designing outfits, get a sewing machine and make your own clothes. Being an adult doesn’t mean your soul dies and you do only responsible crap and TV; it means you get to choose how to spend your time in the way that refills your well. No guilt. No embarrassment. Find a way to your flow, your bliss, to that place where you forget to worry. It’ll help your writing, I promise.

23. BUILD YOUR OWN ROLLER COASTER.

Life is like writing: you need to be excited about what’s happening next. If you’re not, engineer your own thrills. Every year in February, I have a little breakdown. Like clockwork. It’s dark, it’s cold, I haven’t seen the ocean, I’m dying inside, WHATEVER. Tears. So we plan our yearly trip to the beach. Once it’s on the calendar, I calm down. I just need to know that freedom is on the horizon.

These days, I know myself well enough to understand that I need an experience to look forward to every month. A conference, a vacation, a speaking gig, an overnight date with just my husband. I love travel. I love airplanes. I love seeing new places. So if I look at the calendar and see nothing but a month of deadlines, driving the kids around, and my husband being out of town, I try to find something for just me in there. If you’re a writer and can connect such an outing to your work, all the better: tax deductible!

24. BE A LEAF ON THE WIND.

The path to your dreams is not a straight line. It’s curvy and jagged and doubles back, and sometimes you have to run away from mantis shrimp. And that’s okay. I got an art degree, worked in project management, ran a gallery for my friend while she died of cancer, was a stay-at-home-mom for four years, got a rad $10-a-pop job writing reviews of posh products for moms and kids, and wrote two crappy books before I sold the third one, which wasn’t crappy. Each of these steps was utterly integral to my career as a traditionally published novelist.

When I urge you to learn how to say no, I mean how to say no to shitty stuff that you don’t want to do. The flip side is that you must know when to say yes, even if it’s scary or inconvenient. Say yes when it’s exciting, when it makes your heart sing and your palms sweat. Say yes to that sudden trip to Germany, to that online teaching gig, to that short story anthology. If you get offered the chance to write non-fiction but you really want to be a novelist, maybe that non-fic gig will open doors. Writing for an RPG, speaking on a panel where you feel hopelessly outgunned, interviewing someone a tier up from you: there are all sorts of ways to help build your network and skill set so that you can level up toward your goals.

Be easy to work with. Be pleasant. Hit your deadlines. Do what you say you’re going to do. Don’t be annoying or needy. Take measured risks. Think sideways. Don’t write to trends. Don’t get angry in public. Don’t punch down. Or up. Help elevate others. Give praise. Give thanks. Give an RT or a Share. Introduce yourself to new people, and not only those who can help you get where you want to be. People notice when you’re that kind of person. What you put out in the world? Comes back to you.

Most of all, remember that no matter what, everyone’s path is different. The thing about writing is that where success happens, the path is burned behind. Successful writers are basically fire slugs, and our slime is deadly. You can’t follow in anyone’s footsteps. You can’t write to trend or break an agent’s rules or corner some poor editor in the bathroom stall. You’ve got to put in the work.

Which leads me to…

25. WHEN IN DOUBT, GO BACK TO THE BARRE.

Yes, this isn’t ballet, and I know that because I suck at ballet and am not turned out at all and was told at age 7 that I was too fat. Yay! But I do know that I’m least happy as a writer when I start comparing myself to other people and getting envious. She got the big blurb, he hit list, she had another sale, he got a big award, she stole my title. I love social media for the connection with other writers, but there are some days when all the announcements and humblebrags and lists and cover reveals make me want to sad-scarf nineteen cakes and sleep for a week. That’s normal. But the worst thing you can do is send yourself into a jelly-spiral or rage-yap. Do not start badmouthing people or the whining about the industry. Do not announce your rejections. Do not blog about how awards are bullshit. Do not make yourself feel better by tearing people down.

Nope. Go back to your laptop. Get back into your story. Lose yourself in the words. Remember why you even give a shit about writing in the first place. Reread your favorite book. Pick up On Writing by Stephen King. Remember how FREAKING MAGICAL it is that human beings figured out how to create an alphabet and language and then print that shit on dead trees that we can carry around with us and shove at our friends, screeching, OMG YOU HAVE TO READ THIS.

Writing? Is amazing. Books? Are miracles. You? Are a god.

And there is nothing wrong with closing down Facebook and Twitter and pouring a glass of wine and writing your heart out. In fact, it’s often the very best thing you can do.

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Any questions? And would you read a book on this topic, plus a shit-ton of writing advice?

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Delilah S. Dawson’s next book is HIT, a YA about assassin teens in a bank-owned America, out from Simon Pulse in April. Right this moment, you can see all her stuff at www.whimsydark.com. She writes the Blud series, Servants of the Storm, short stories, comics, and Geekrotica under the pseudonym Ava Lovelace, including THE LUMBERFOX and THE SUPERFOX.

Kickstarter Kerfuffle, Part Two: Thoughts And Clarifications

[EDIT: 12:03PM — some folks have brought up that other voices have made good points on the subject, particularly the voices of, frankly, women smarter than I am. I do attempt to boost other voices when possible, so here are some I found valuable on the topic: Marni Bates wrote a great post about Stacey Jay, Kickstarter and Veronica Mars. She really nails it. Also: Justina Ireland: Suffering For (And With) Our Art. And for a differing perspective (one I don’t quite agree with but I like Jenny Trout’s blog a lot in general): Jenny Trout on crowdfunding.]

[Edited, too, to add Natalie Luhrs’ take — Kickstart This: Asking For Money.]

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Catchup reading homework: Stacey Jay’s latest post, which she (rightly so) gets mad and discusses the transparency surrounding her Kickstarter (and also the fact that, ohh, someone sent her aerial photos of house as a response, which is not fucking okay). Also, the tag-team post between Laura Lam and I here: Kickstarter: What’s Asking Too Much?

(Also, as a disclaimer, I received some commentary that me interjecting myself in this discussion was sexist — the justification being, because this was an issue between Stacey Jay and Other Women, it was a women’s issue. I’m a white guy who is, honestly, pretty lucky to be a white guy because we can get away with like, actual murder, and I recognize that my privilege is blinding. So, if you feel that I’m being somehow misogynist in my criticism or in the very act of talking about this topic, feel free to talk to me about it. I’m having a hard time seeing it, as I think this is an issue of art and commerce and audience, but “having a hard time seeing it” is sometimes the very sad and awful nature of privilege. Happy to discuss!)

In the days following Stacey Jay’s Kickstarter, I continue to see criticism of the model and of the authors who use or have used it, and so I thought: well, let’s go through some of these criticisms. This is a good discussion to have, because it gets to the heart of the question of how we make art and how that art reaches audiences. Right? The model has changed over the many moons and epochs and up until fairly recently, you had one primary path and it was a well-trodden, muddy one — you went to a publisher, and they gave you some kind of advance big or small (or sometimes non-existent), and then you wrote a book for them and then it landed on shelves and — well, you know this, already. Because this is recent history. Dinosaurs didn’t do this. This wasn’t a problem of Cro-Magnon man figuring out how to publish his cave paintings of that romance novel between Caveman Thog and that one saucy antelope. This shit just happened.

Then the Internet came along and it disrupted everything.

It is so disruptive it continues, in fact, to disrupt itself. Like a snake eating and barfing its own tail.

And suddenly writers and artists and, in fact, People Who Make All Kinds Of Shit had options and opportunities that simply didn’t exist before. The priests of the old religion went scrambling, trying to figure out when the commonfolk created a pipeline to talk directly to God instead of going through a passel of divine intermediaries.

That’s not to say traditional publishing is bad or dying or any of that — just that it was not a perfect system and it remains imperfect and for Creative Types, it’s nice to have a new way to shake hands with the audience and slip some art in their eyeholes.

You know all this already.

Point is, one of the options that has arisen is crowdfunding Cool Shit. Cool Shit that sometimes includes books — novels, novellas, art books, short stories, serial stories, etc.

Kickstarter launched in 2009.

It has successfully funded almost 1500 novels in that time.

(The amount not funded? ~3-4 times that.)

About 50 of those successfully funded were young adult projects.

Some Kickstarter novels have done very well.

I’ve been involved in several Kickstarter campaigns: one for my own original book, Bait Dog. One for a novel line created specifically for Evil Hat Productions. And also for a few anthologies and literary magazines (like Fireside).

So, let’s tackle some of the criticism I’m seeing going around.

It puts all the risk on the reader.

Maybe not all the risk (the author still has to write and publish a book), but it certainly moves some of that financial burden to the audience side, yes. Some people are understandably not interested in shouldering any of that burden, and they shouldn’t be expected to contribute to Kickstarters if they feel such discomfort. On the other side, if one’s fans and audience are interested in having that relationship and are comfortable shouldering some of that risk, then crowdfunding is a very nice way to capitalize on that relationship for both sides. Because it is a two-sided equation — this isn’t just an author getting rich, rolling around in caviar (ew), and then fucking off to the Caribbean. This is the author doing work and giving the audience something the audience specifically asked for. Riskier, yes, but also a direct exchange.

It’s not an investment.

That’s true, it’s not. And there are admittedly a lot of analogies that get thrown around as to how this works, and I’ll tackle some of those (with the explicit understanding that all analogies fail and crowdfunding is its own unique thing). But no, the audience gets nothing financial out of it.

They may get rewards — swag, a short story, a Tuckerization, a jar of bees, or whatever.

You might argue that there is some kind of investment going on, and that is to say, emotional and creative investment. That means you put in money and in the process get an emotional and creative stake in the creation of something. Something that, very likely, wouldn’t have existed before. Crowdfunding allows projects that wouldn’t have existed to exist. It applies early proof-of-concept. When I put Bait Dog out there as a KS campaign I didn’t know if I had enough audience to support the writing of the book — meaning, taking the time to write that book would have taken me away from other work. Crowdfunding sent a very clear signal that I did have the audience to support that book. And, the book and character only exist because of Kickstarter.

It’s a donation / it’s a gift.

It’s definitely not a gift. A gift is like, “Here’s a pony.” And then I take the pony and you don’t expect anything in return and then I eat the pony because I’m a monster.

(You shouldn’t have given me a pony.)

So, is it a donation? Ennh. Well, I can see the logic — like, if NPR/PBS goes on a pledge drive, they’re saying, “Hey, we can’t really keep existing unless we raise funds from you.” And they call them pledges but they also call them donations. You give money. You get a fucking tote bag. And what’s happening with Kickstarter is similar — authors are saying, “This book won’t exist except for you funding it.” And the interjections of money are called pledges.

And you sometimes get tote bags.

I have a little discomfort in that NPR tends to fund itself in perpetuity this way, where as Kickstarter is ostensibly (though some bigger campaigns have skirted this) meant to fund individual projects — so, you’re not throwing money to support an overall existence but rather, the creation of a given thing. Just the same: donation isn’t the worst definition for what’s happening here, though the connotation is a bit wonky and too much like charity.

(Hint: this isn’t charity.)

It’s not an advance.

It’s not. Though, a lot of the criticism over this term in this context seems to be overly pedantic in that what they mean is, “It’s not a traditional publishing advance by which a big publisher fronts a bunch of money and gets a return on that investment and then the big publisher becomes a giant robot and fights the Amazon Kaiju in the streets of Chicago and –”

Well, you get the point.

No, strictly speaking, it is not an advance.

But you do have to allow us to say, “It’s like an advance,” because it kinda is.

The audience advances money. The author is expected to produce the thing that was a part of the original deal — meaning, the Kickstarted Tale of Debauchery and Woe or whatever the floppy fuck it is. The advance is the publisher saying, “I’m paying you to write this book or to stake my claim on a book already written.” And here, the audience is saying, “I’m paying you to write this book or to stake my claim on a book already written” (Some folks do after all run Kickstarters for novels that are already written.)

So, it’s not an advance.

But it can feel like one and act like one in some ways.

You shouldn’t use it to fund your life.

Strictly speaking, that’s correct. Kickstarter in particular frowns upon and usually forbids funding-of-life projects — meaning, “I want to be paid to learn to play the violin, so pay me.” That’s a different service, like Patreon or GoFundMe.

Kickstarting a novel isn’t that, though.

You pay into the novel and get the reward level pledged.

That specifically funds the creation of a specific thing.

Now, here’s where it gets sticky, and here’s probably where some authors (like myself, admittedly) are going to get their codpieces in a contortion about the whole thing — you don’t want to pay for living expenses for the writer. (A quote from the Dear Author post on the subject: “As to why other people are talking about living expenses, it could be because living expenses are something we all have to pay regardless of our avocations or jobs whereas the hard expenses are something that are above and beyond living expenses. The truth is in every fundraising organization, the hardest thing to get anyone to donate money for is a general fund that pays salaries. People will give money for libraries, monuments, science labs, but they do not like to donate for salaries. Readers work hard and often work at low paying, thankless jobs. To see a person ask for donations to live when that person is able-bodied and can hold a job, then it becomes less obvious why they need donations for living expenses.” That post actually screencaps this blog but does not name it, so there you go.)

Here is a reality: when you buy one of my books, you’re paying for my living expenses. That’s true if it’s at Amazon, on B&N, from Payhip direct, or in a Kickstarter. Sometimes this money directly hops into my bank accounts, sometimes it goes through various pipes and tubes and filtering processes where it’s winnowed down.

I worked for a library and I’ve worked for a non-profit and in each, the first place the money goes is to keeping the lights on and to paying staff. That money is not always golden money, but it’s not bare minimum stuff, either — yes, the organization takes cuts and makes sacrifices when necessary, but the money goes toward those things first. So: if you’re involved in giving money to an author however directly or obliquely, assume it’s going first toward keeping the lights on and paying staff (meaning: the staff of one, which is us). (Also, “The Staff of One” sounds like something in a D&D game. Or a sci-fi porn movie? Never mind.) These things are, quite literally, living expenses. Being alive is a prerequisite to writing books.

I mean, I’m sure some zombies do it, but it’s all CHAPTER ONE: BUHHH BRAINS ONCE UPON A TIME BRAINS ROPES OF VISCERA CHAPTER TWO EAT YOUR FACE BUHHHHH.

Also, it’s a bold assumption that an author is able-bodied and can hold a job. Also a bold assumption that they are able to even get a job, as that can be kind of tricky.

Oh, and also a bold assumption that writing isn’t a job in the first place.

(Spoiler alert: it is! It’s actually my job! My whole job!)

As to readers working hard at thankless, low-paying jobs: sure, that can be true. And I wouldn’t ever expect or ask such a reader to contribute to a Kickstarter campaign. Hell, I wouldn’t expect or ask a wealthy reader to contribute, either. Kickstarter is voluntary. No one should feel shame at not contributing. It’s okay to wait or not to pay at all. No guns held to heads.

But some readers want to contribute. They are offering enthusiastic consent and want to be a part of that relationship. Some readers — as I have done as a Giver of Money — dig the idea that a creative project exists in part because of their will to see it made. Sometimes a project is Too Weird To Live. It’s too uncertain — a strange format, an odd topic, a difficult subject. And Kickstarter can be a place where those voices can find a megaphone. Where those projects can be conjured as if by some divine summoning.

Now, back to the funding-of-life thing:

If you see an art studio on Kickstarter, it’s assumed they’re going to use that money to keep the lights and heat on in the building. If you buy a book from a publisher, that publisher will use that money for lights and heat and to pay staff and writers who will also use that money for — YEP YOU GUESSED IT — light and heat.

Living expenses are part of the deal even when not explicitly stated.

A writer should have to shoulder all the cost as a small business would.

Well, no, not really.

First: should is dubious and depends on literally nothing except the old saw of, “That’s how things used to be done.” The disruption that’s been ongoing in all industries and sectors has made hashbrowns out of the way things used to be done.

Second: why should a writer have to do that, exactly? Because others have done it? Mm — *sips* — this Kool-Aid tastes like sour grapes. As I said before, wanting things to be bad for other people because they were bad for you doesn’t make much sense. We should strive to see things be made better. We should want new doors opened — doors that were closed to us in the past. So we can collectively explore whatever waits beyond. (Though in publishing, a pro-tip: it’s probably a grue.)

Third: small business do not uniformly have to shoulder all the costs. They get investors (which is not an option for many writers). Or — they go to Kickstarter! Kickstarter isn’t just for novels and in fact it’s barely been used for those. But for games? Tech? Coffee roasters, craft brewers, thingies, whatsits, widgets, dongles, dildos, and more? Yes! It’s all there. In a town about 45 minutes south there sits a frozen yogurt place that exists only because of Kickstarter. I gave a little money and got frozen yogurt and now they exist.

IT’S BASICALLY MAGIC.

Why do we want things to keep working the same horrible way they’ve always worked?!

It’s an insult to readers.

It’s not. It’s not!

It’s an opportunity for both author and reader.

It is never an insult to ask to be paid for your work.

And I don’t think readers feel insulted, either.

It’s not sustainable / it’ll change everything / a rush to money, etc.

This has been going on for many years now and we’ve seen, as noted, around 1500 successful novels. On Amazon, there now exist — what? Three million e-books? Kickstarter isn’t taking over or it would’ve colonized us by now like drug-resistant staph bacteria. KICKSTART THE HIVE MIND BZZ BZZ BZZ. Ahem. It won’t change everything. It won’t ruin everything. People aren’t rushing to it because for the most part they’ve realized that to run a successful Kickstarter you need some things already in place.

But it is one option for some authors.

That’s a good thing. We like options.

Readers like options, too! How is this bad for those readers who are interested?

Some books exist because of Kickstarter and other crowdfunding efforts.

How fucking rad is that?

This is not anti-author / authors hate bloggers / authors hate readers, etc. Also, we should be allowed to criticize Kickstarter and crowdfunding and those authors who use those services.

I’ve seen the rhetoric kicked up on both sides of this debate, and from where I’m sitting, this isn’t a blogger issue. Or a reader issue. Authors love bloggers and love readers, sure as we love booksellers and librarians and publishing people and anybody who shares the warm, fuzzy virus known as ragingly contagious book-love.

If we seem prickly about the subject: apologies. But let me try to get at the heart of it a little bit: crowdfunding is an option on the table. One lots of authors have used. It’s a new way for books to exist and so, when you criticize them — sometimes in ways that seem to misunderstand how it even works, and sometimes in ways that suggests you’re uncomfortable with us paying living expenses — we’re probably going to see our hackles raise a little. Nobody was explicitly calling for authors to not be paid or asking for books for free or any of that. But at the heart of this discussion is an ancient question of how do we get paid to make art — ? How does the writer survive? We should be encouraging a world where fewer authors have to take the dreaded day-job and where their writing alone can support them. That’s an amazing world, and I’d rather see that money go toward creative people than toward, I dunno, oil companies or anybody else. And Kickstarter is one way forward for that.

Kickstarter is not perfect. Of course criticism of the process is valid. And some campaigns do it poorly (and usually perform poorly as a result). This is all a vital discussion about how art is made and how it reaches audiences. We just want to make sure that the criticism isn’t geared toward closing this door. Because it’s open now, and we want it open. Not because we’re Big Exploity-Faced Mine Bosses who want to give pick-axes to our readers and have them do the work while we sit back on toilets made of hundred-dollar bills, but because this is a super-cool thing for us. To interface directly with readers, to be able to say, “If you want this, my 1000 true fans, I will make this.” And they say yes. And a book is born! In a manger! Okay maybe not in a manger!

There was much rejoicing.

(On the Stacey Jay Kickstarter, I stand by the idea that some folks made it personal. In other words, not criticizing just the nature of crowdfunding but choosing to yell at her — and as soon as you start bringing up her groceries or, worse, where she lives as if that’s a justification for anything, you start making it less about crowdfunding and more about that individual person. As I said before, it’s like being mad at the ocean but yelling at one woman in a boat. A commenter on my last post demanded proof that anyone had gotten personal and in the same comment literally said: “Chuck, I really think you’re doing that think mend [sic] do when a girl cries and you rush in to save her. Where is she to speak for herself? If you can’t defend yourself then you don’t deserve to be an author. Put on your big girl panties and deal with it-don’t run away and quit. And I’ll take this time to remind everyone that Stacey Jay was a professional actress. Drama is literally what she is good at.” Which is the very definition of personal. Oh and SHE WAS DOXXED.)

(I mean, what the fuck.)

(God, people can be shitty.)

Anyway, so, there you go.

My thoughts on Kickstarter and why it’s a vital resource for some authors.

Discuss.

Flash Fiction Challenge: Who The Fuck Is My D&D Character

Click this link:

Who The Fuck Is My D&D Character?

It is amazing.

You are going to click that link and you are going to use what you get there to write 1000 words of flash fiction. Now, some of you may not want to write fantasy or something so plainly D&D-esque, and that’s cool — I’d then suggest clicking it, taking the result and using it as inspiration. Borrow some part of it for your character. Adjust to the genre you so desire.

So, 1000 words.

Write it at your blog or online space.

Link to it here in the comments so we can all read.

Due by next Friday, the 16th, noon EST.

Oh, and welcome to the first flash fiction challenge of the year.

If this is your first time at Write Club:

YOU HAVE TO WRITE.