Greatness: Story Idea

I took a nap and had a dream.

It was mainly about a little girl, named Ideine, who had a bunch of friends, but wasn’t happy. The actual scene in the dream was kinda something out of Buffy, and the girl was kinda Willow (but, to all of that, not really).

The story would start, “Ideine sat alone, and cried.”

Sometime in the past, an old man gave her a penny and he said, all sad, “You get everything you ask for, and you lose everything you want.” And it was true. The rest of her life, from that point, went exactly like that. Those became the natural laws of her reasonable, ordered, rational universe.

She became a kind of Cassandra, although she had been given no powers. She learned how to know what the universe would be, to see the future, simply by extrapolating based on her two natural laws: “You get everything you ask for, and you lose everything you want.”

Umm…it probably wouldn’t be a very happy story.

Journal Entry: June 16, 2006

Blar.

I had a late night last night. Finally fell asleep about three-thirty-two-thirty-central. No coffee, last night or this morning. Just…things on my mind.

I spent a few hours last night reading The Invented Reality (a book I mentioned in Sleeping Kings, that I just happened to have on my bookshelf). It’s really good. You should all read it! Well, only the smart ones among you, actually.

Hmm…that’s not quite fair. I really should have said “the academic ones,” because it’s a very academic book. Feels kinda post-graduate level to me, but I’m only in the first essay. Fascinating stuff, though.

I’ve got a headache this morning. Probably has something to do with last night….

Okay, so, through work I get $60 a day for meals and incidentals, whether or not I actually spend that much. That can make for some pretty nice meals on travel, but unfortunately I was able to get that money as a travel advance, and I’ve long-since spent my per diem to pay for, y’know, mortgages and electric bills.

That’s probably a good thing. I mean, it’s not as though I need steaks and margaritas every night on travel, but it would help fill the quiet hours, knowwhatImean?

Oh! Got my numbers wrong, too. I don’t get home at 7:00 tomorrow — my flight leaves Detroit at 7:00. With the time change, I get in at 9:30. Bah.

Bah. Not in a good mood today. I did get done with my course around 11:30, and the rest of today is an optional review session which I don’t need to attend. Good, in that I’m not bored in the classroom, listening to the teacher lady chatter. Bad, in that now I’m just gonna spend the next twenty-four hours bored in my hotel room, instead.

Back to the not-quite-playing-WoW-or-reading-or-watching-TV-or-whatever state. I dunno why I’m in a funk, but I am quite thoroughly in a funk. Gonna go get some Taco Bell, maybe. Who knows, maybe I’ll win the El Presidente contest and get a million pesos. That would lift my spirits more than somewhat….

Live well. Seriously, I do command it.

FAQ

I know some of you are wondering, “Will one of those crappy little mini-fridges that they have in hotel rooms keep a half-gallon of ice cream frozen?” Wonder no more!

The answer is, “Probably, as long as the cleaning ladies don’t flip the switch that shuts off power to all the room’s outlets when they’re cleaning the room at noon, and you don’t get back from your training until about five in the evening, at which point it’s just mush.”

Or, in my particular case, Fat Free, Sugar Free, Slightly Vanilla-flavored Mush, with Splenda™.

I tried to make a float out of it, in much the same way that old ladies will make a pudding out of clearly rotted bananas, with, like, maggots crawling out of them and stuff. The result was…well, pretty much what you’d expect.

God and Greatness: The Writing Process, and Censorship

My older sister Heather has started reading Sleeping Kings, and she somehow stumbled across this website (and pity to her for that), and she read and responded to my post on The DaVinci Code (something none of you regulars were brave enough to do!).

That conversation was here:
http://www.xanga.com/alexpoet/487784416/greatness-the-power-of-the-written-word.html

I started to reply to her comment, and in my reply I said some things that I wanted everybody to hear, so I’m making a new post instead of a comment.

Now, in response to Heather’s direct questions, I have this to say: don’t ever feel guilty about writing something inconsequential. My complaints against The DaVinci Code were based on the fact that he wrote something extremely consequential and treated it as though it weren’t. It is hard to go too far in that direction (pretending your stuff matters).

In fact, I think the most important element for a writer is to care, which you (Heather) obviously do.

There are writers who write just to play with language (think Alice in Wonderland), or just to tell an interesting story. That’s okay, as long as you’re writing insignificant things (or things clearly established as fictional, which is the difference between, say, Kate and Leopold and The Patriot). The DaVinci Code goes out of its way to seem real, while playing extremely fast and loose with the base elements of people’s worlds (as one would expect from fantasy).

Mainly, it’s important that you, as a writer, try to write responsibly. Sometimes you’ll do a good job of it, sometimes you’ll make mistakes. Both aspects are important to your learning process (and, as a direct result, to your eventual potential to do good).

Please don’t misunderstand me. Every story should be interesting. Most of them should be entertaining. Those aren’t inherently bad things, but when you’re writing (or reading) just to get that feeling, it becomes like eating just for the taste (and ignoring the far more important aspects of nutrition).

Like anything, though, the learning process is not the same as the master craft. My advice to you, now, is to focus on the stories you most want to tell, for whatever reason. Every single page you write at this point benefits you in a dramatic way. As a writer, and as a person. Writing, no matter what the topic, is a process that involves examining the world you live in, finding your place within it, as well as the place of your topic, and trying to understand and communicate. These are the most basic elements of human existence, and the foundation of human society. So, yeah, I realize I’m a writer and this sounds self-aggrandizing, but the very process of writing makes a person better at being a person.

Not necessarily a good person. That depends on what you’re writing, and what you’re thinking, and all of that.

Now…as to that. Heather asked me specifically which stories to tell, what lessons to teach. And, again, my answer for someone just starting to write is, “Anything that interests you enough to keep writing about it.” Once you’ve gotten past that, though — once you’ve learned to commit yourself to writing in order to get something accomplished, then the process of choosing which story to tell is no different from choosing anything else you could communicate in any other medium. On this point, I’d like to mention something Milton once wrote.

Milton (of Paradise Lost fame, and the author of the bulk of our religious imagery and mythology) became involved in a massive political debate on the topic of censorship. He wrote a fairly well-known (to Lit majors, that is) essay on the topic, which he published as part of the debate.

I should mention that he was an extremely conservative Christian. He held fairly extreme opinions on the idea of obscenity, and it’s safe to say that he was on the “against” side. When the king began taking serious steps in support of censorship, though, Milton strongly opposed him. Milton was a man of considerable social influence at the time (so there was no chance his opposition would go unnoticed), and, yeah, this was that time in history when opposing a king was still a Very Bad Idea.

So Milton, a total prude of a man, risked life and limb to oppose censorship. His reasoning went thus:

* We, as Christians, believe that good is good, in itself, not just because of our belief and support.

* We believe that good is stronger than evil, that right will triumph over wrong.

* Therefore, any idea or message that is right should win out over a message that is wrong, in a state of free competition.

* It follows, then, that any message that cannot stand without our protection is not entirely right. If we have to force an idea (or protect it from attack or ridicule), then it is not of God. It is not right.

* It also follows that any message we know to be wrong should be exposed to public scrutiny, rather than hidden from it, so that the idea can be destroyed in free competition (or, perhaps, proven right in spite of our expectations). If the idea, freed from censorship, stands against our wishes, that means the idea is not as wrong as we wanted to believe.

* Right and wrong are not a matter of our comfort, or our preference. After all, Jesus said a lot of things that a lot of strongly religious people wanted to keep quiet. Part of the reason we believe today, is because Jesus’ ideas were able to stand the test of time.

Okay, I studied that essay about six years ago, and I’ve thought about it a lot since then, so I don’t know 100% how much of that logic was Milton’s, and how much of it is mine, derived from Milton’s basic points. I think it’s got a lot going for it.

One thing that I know he said, and that I cannot possibly overstate, is that — based on these other ideas — the Christian as a reader ought to strive to become exposed to absolutely as many ideas as possible, so as to learn about right and wrong, so as to test them. We earnestly believe that good will triumph over evil, and every time we try to protect good, to hide the right from the ravages of wrong, we deny our own belief — we show clearly that we don’t have faith in right’s rightness.

Journal Entry: June 15, 2006

Trish’s laptop doesn’t have enough RAM.

Umm…if you know what I mean?

So, I brought the laptop with me so I can play some WoW while I’m alone at night (oh, man, the inuendos just don’t stop!). Unfortunately, it just barely runs WoW at all. I made some plans with the guys last night for a late-night instance run, and then I had to cancel on them because I couldn’t even stay in game.

Kris is apparently having the same problem, but for entirely different reasons.

So, I keep thinking that since WoW won’t work I should just write. Or read. Or program. Or watch TV. Or a movie.

Problem is, I’m very unfocused. Spacey, even. I just move from thing to thing. I think I might have figured out part of the reason for that last night. I’ve spent the whole week here drinking 3-5 cups of coffee a day. I dunno, it’s just something I do on travel. It is just something I do on travel. I normally don’t drink coffee at all.

So I’m probably just major buzzing on caffeine. I told Kris I’d lay off coffee today, but I did have a cup with breakfast. Just one so far today, though….

Speaking of chemically altered, I decided a couple weeks ago that I’d pick up a bottle of wine while I was here and have a glass every night. I’ve been doing that, too. What with the other things going on in my head, mebbe I shouldn’t be, but I’ve actually really been enjoying it. It’s been way too long since I’ve had wine around on any kind of a regular basis. I need to start doing that again. Of course, first I have to win the lottery.

Also, I think I mentioned last night that my current class is moving too slowly for me. Because of that, I ran up to the store last night and grabbed a notebook, so I can write some during the slower parts of the course.

Here’s what I learned today: I no longer have writer’s calluses. (Callouses?) When you write with a thin pencil or pen a lot, you get a callus on your middle finger where you rest the pen. I spent elementary and middle school with these long, thick, red calluses all along the middle finger on my left hand, because that was pretty much the only way I wrote, and I wrote a lot. Then, around the first of high school, I started word processing. Now, I have no calluses at all. And this morning’s class was really slow.

And…ow.

One other thing: I had a chicken sandwich from Burger King for lunch. Sooooo good. Have one soon. That is all.

Journal Entry: June 14, 2006

Okay, I’m going to try to start writing more of a journal here, because I really can’t keep my friends and family updated with emails to any extent, and because I’ve started writing all my good ideas into Sleeping Kings, instead of writing essays about them here.

I’m still sticking with the G, G, and G tags when I do write essays (and I’m sure I’ll keep doing that). I’m just adding a “Journal Entry” tag, which means I’m just writing boring news about my boring life.

So enjoy!

I’m in Ann Arbor at the moment, on training for work. We’ve got a major project under way, in which we’re converting all of our thousands and thousands of pages of decades old documentation into an interactive digital format (an IETM, or Interactive Electronic Technical Manual).

To make it interactive, we’ve hired a couple of very impressive companies to take what are essentially paper documents and write a whole layer of XML over the top of the content describing all the parts and making them work. Very fancy stuff, and it has certainly impressed the people who will be using the documents. It was also not, by any means, a cheap process.

So now they’re handing that work over to us, and we’ve got to maintain the documents they gave us, and integrate any future documents into the system, so I’m getting to learn XML on the government dime. Thus, my trip here. I’m learning a really cool editing tool designed to simplify the process of writing good XML, and writing it well.

The training has been interesting. I had a one-day class called “Understanding XML and SGML,” an introductory course explaining what this stuff is. That was Tuesday. I thought it would be dreadfully dull, since I already knew all about those things, but he put it into context in a powerful way, and it was actually a really good course.

The rest of my week I’m in a class called “Authoring with Epic Editor,” learning to use the actual program, which is the bit I was excited about. Actually, turns out this class is as bad as I expected the other one to be. I suppose what I needed was a 1-day course teaching the things we’re going to be learning over 3 days. Alas. Not an option.

Anyway, that’s all. Michigan is beautiful. Everything is green, there’s a slight overcast all the time, and the weather is a comfortable 70-something. It’s awesome. Also having a better time than I did in Seattle simply because my hotel is very close to lots of places (and by that I mean Taco Bell and McDonalds, not, like, national monuments or places of interest). So, convenient location, free breakfast, and my evenings free. That’s pretty good.

Other than that, not much interesting news at the moment. Last weekend Trish was in Dallas on a family scrapbooking trip, which went well, but I’ll leave that to her to detail.

I’m excited about Sleeping Kings. I’ve gotten some great feedback, and against all odds I’ve managed to keep writing daily. Of course, I could stop at any point, but I’m just impressed I got this far. I hope to start doing something similar with King Jason’s War when I get home.

That’ll be Saturday, 7-ish, by the way. In case you were wondering.

Journal Entry: On Travel for Work

Ross: Baby and eagle, still ablaze, swirl around the whirlpool that has become of the apartment.

Rachel: Boy are you going to be sorry if that’s true.

Thank goodness for TBS, when away from home and TiVo. KnowhwatImean?

Journal Entry: A Fantastic Story Idea

Okay, I was thinking of this on the drive in to work this morning….

What if the patriarchs from the Old Testament were gnomes? Eh? Eh???

No, no, I’m not suggesting they were (but I would be, in the story). Little tiny gnomes who can reasonably live 800 years, and for whom the whole world flooding wouldn’t, necessarily, involve Earth’s very atmosphere catching on fire from the heat exchange. That sort of thing.

Could be fun. I’m thinking that they lived in the same region as the Hebrews, and interacted with them to some small degree, and that the scrolls Josiah (Josiah being a real-life big person) found in the temple were actually a transcription of the gnomes’ history, but he mistook it as his own people’s history.

Ooooh…that could be a lot of fun.

Journal Entry: Holiday Weekend

Just got back from a three-day weekend spent with family. Trish and I had off work yesterday, so we drove to Little Rock Friday night after work, and just got home late last night.

It was a good weekend. Shannon and Jeff were there, and Sophie was more smiley than usual, so that was cute. Jeff and I brought out computers, so the weekend was mostly WoW (and Mom got in her second instance run when we took three low-40s characters through ZF Sunday night — that was wild). Good progress was made in-game, but I won’t bore you with those details.

Naturally, we weren’t allowed to WoW for the whole weekend. On Saturday we went to Hot Springs and played a round of mini-golf (Dad won), and toured the old bath houses there. Err…I guess it was fun. Before heading home we stopped at an ice cream / coffee shop, and I got an Espresso Float (which is just Espresso poured over vanilla ice cream), and wow. So good.

Oh! (How do I keep forgetting this?) Before heading to Hot Springs we went to a Vespa dealer, because Mom is seriously planning on getting a Vespa soon. That was about an hour at the dealer, considering all of the different models, talking about possibilities and, y’know, whatnot. We were hoping we’d get to watch Mom do a test drive and laugh at her, but that requires a motorcycle permit which she didn’t have. So, y’know, alas.

Sunday was church, and then WoW all afternoon. Oh, I grilled hotdogs for us. They were delicious. The Iversons went to see X3. I got Barradon through the Badlands. Then Sunday night ZF, and we were up until after one.

And most of yesterday was all of us quietly wondering when we’d actually head home. Shannon and Jeff ended up deciding to wait until today, but I’m not exactly rolling in leave time, so Trish and I headed home about 4:30 last night. We got a ticket for following too close behind a police officer (who pulled in front of me and then slowed down, grr). They were out in major force all week, obviously trying to make a show, and probably with a quota to fill. Oh well, whatever.

And that was that. I managed to write on Sleeping Kings every day, which I consider a major success. And I got a lot of the story and design worked out over the course of 11 hours of driving. And now I’m back home, and a long couple weeks of work getting ready for my week of travel.

Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day!

Greatness: A Parable

There was a man who lived next door to an artist’s studio. The artist was a scupltor who made fine, exquisite porcelain figurines. Every day the man walked past the artist’s studio on his way to work, and often the artist would ask him to stop by and look at the figurines. The man always refused, though, thinking they wouldn’t suit him.

Then there came a day when the artist succeeded in persuading the man to come in, and the man found the figurines delightful. They were gorgeous, crafted in such minute detail, and they captured his attention.

Alas, the man was a clumsy man, and even as he was appreciating the fine artwork, he fumbled one of the figurines and it fell to the floor, shattering. The artist, in spite of her pain, insisted that the man not apologize–after all, it was clearly an accident–and thanked him for his appreciation. She asked him to come by again the next day, and see her new piece.

The man came back again, and again, through his clumsiness, he broke a priceless figurine. Frustrated, he left and went on his way.

It took time, but eventually the artist convinced him to come back again. He was careful, oh so careful, but in spite of himself he turned too quickly, or stepped away from a shelf and bumped another shelf, and this time he shattered a dozen pieces.

The man loved the artist’s work, but every single time he visited the studio he left behind him destruction. He finally determined, for the sake of the artist and her figurines, never to visit the shop again. Time passed, and sometimes he missed the delicate little pieces (and sometimes the artist missed his praise), but he always remembered all the broken bits, whenever he visited, and so he was able to stay out of the shop for many years.

Then there came a time, much later, when the man had grown older and more careful, and as he was passing the artist’s studio he caught the artist’s eye, and decided to stop by. To apologize for all the broken fragments, and look on the beauty of her artwork once more.

She was so excited to see him that she came rushing to him, and led him here and there all through the shop, showing him all the fine work she had made in the years he was gone, and talking to him again about all the work he’d seen before, and as she led him here and there, weaving among all the pieces, he grew more and more frantic, desperate not to do as he had done before.

But there was nothing for it. In his whirlwind tour of the artist’s studio he tripped, or pulled up short, or turned to go (or leaned closer for a look at a particularly wonderful piece), and with a loud crash, and then a quiet splintering, another priceless treasure was destroyed.

He squeezed the artist’s hand, then, and carefully backed away, toward the door. He offered his apology again, assured her that he would come back by when he could, but his eyes lingered on the fragments on the floor, so familiar.

And when he stepped outside, he felt a strong relief, even letting go of something he cherished, because it wasn’t worth the cost. He couldn’t take the responsibility of so many beautiful things shattered, and he would not make the artist suffer it anymore (not even if she begged it of him).

And so he left the studio, and stayed away. The end.