How do you pick what to write about? Do you have a favorite genre? Do you read more than one genre or do you stick to one type? I think most of us have interests that lie in many areas. I love to read science fiction, but I also like paranormal romance and historical fiction and some fantasy. I like scientific books on cosmology and books on how to write better. Does that necessarily translate into what I will write about? The short answer is probably.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
There seems to be a lot of people making predictions these days about the future. I love this stuff. Always have. I made a future timeline when I was maybe 13 that went a hundred years into the future. It was fairly detailed, and I think I still have it somewhere. I need to find it so see how we are doing. I also did a self-portrait of me at 53. That is almost dead on, except I thought I would have a little more hair on top. These things are fun to do and they help us science fiction writers have a baseline to project from in our worldbuilding.
Charlie Stross broke his down nicely into categories and I am going to follow suit. So, here I go, putting on my thinking cap. This is an extremely long post. Just warning you now.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Getting the beginning of a story right is hard. Oh, it’s not hard to start a story; it’s just hard to get it right when all the dust settles.
When you finally get that idea that’s been percolating for weeks or months all ready to go you have no trouble putting words to page. The first draft, especially the beginning, seems to flow. Partly it’s because it was the kernel of an idea that got you started in the first place and so you know how it starts. You might even know how it ends. The middle part seems like the hard part initially because you need to stitch it all together and keep the story moving forward with meaningful drama to fill in the holes. But you muddle your way through the middle and then hit the final stretch, which, by the way, seems to go on and on. You think you’re almost at the finish line but it’s like someone keeps moving it away from you. Finally you cross the finish line, and it’s a victory, although it’s short-lived and less spectacular than you thought it would feel. You know you still have a mountain of work ahead.