New Blog and New Beginnings

Hello, this is my new blog. I had to trash the old one because it wouldn’t connect to my Gravatar. I would like or comment on someone else’s blog and my avatar would show up but if one were to go to my profile and click on the blog site, it would take you to Internet Nowhere.

Stupid.

So here’s the new blog. I exported my last few posts and added them here at the beginning, but only a few. Most of my last blog was crap anyway. Time to get serious. I will keep trying to update this one on a regular basis, bi-monthly probably. Not too much because writing a novel requires that I, well, write it.

Speaking of, I’m wasting time. I’m going to go work.

Backlog Post #3

Originally Posted 07/31/19

I’ve been playing too much Merge Dragons.

What is Merge Dragons? It’s a mobile game where you can merge three eggs and make a cute dragon. Then merge three dragons to make a bigger dragon, and so on and so on. You can actually merge three of anything in the game to make something better or bigger or whatever. The point is, it’s cute, it’s addictive, and it unfortunately makes me want to spend real money.

It also gives me nightmares, apparently.

Last night I dreamed my mother (not my real mother, just a faceless mother in a dream) was dying in a big hospital and I was having difficulty managing my time doing regular life things and spending time with her. The reason I was having difficulty, was because I was apparently an Arrow/Robin Hood type of superhero. My mom would want to talk about things and make sure I was paying all my bills and stuff, but then something terrible would happen and I would have to leave and go be a super hero. It was depressing and sad and a little stressful.

The reason why I think Merge Dragons had a hand in this nightmare, was because the last week or so I’ve been obsessed with merging enough mushrooms to get one of the ultimate level 8 mushrooms – the Alien Shrooms.

If you’ve ever played a mobile game that you really liked, you understand how it sucks you in. You’ll play for hours just doing random silly shit like farming grass or picking corn or catching fairies for nothing more than a reward of 10 jewels so you can get the Blue Cow! Or the Special Butterfly! Or the goddamn Apple Tree! And after too many hours and too many days wasted trying so hard to create or buy this stupid thing, you start to look at the money system in the game and wonder if maybe you should just drop $35 and buy 1000 jewels. Fuck!

So that’s where I was last night right before I went to bed. I want that goddamn, stupid, mushroom. I don’t know why, maybe my dragons will be able to harvest something cool from it like fungus balls I can sell for money. Surly it can’t be just because I want one in my garden, right?

Okay, back to the dream.

I hear something out the window of my mom’s hospital room, and there’s a flash of light and screaming so, of course, super hero time. I kiss my mom, run out, and then I’m outside in my super hero outfit because dream logic.

And there it is. It’s a fucking gigantic alien mushroom monster. It sort of looks like the one in the game, but it’s got another level to it, like it’s taller, and all those little things at the bottom are skulls. Granted, the thing is still kind of cute, but then it manifests a hammer on it’s head and starts smashing buildings. I do my Arrow/Robin Hood thing and fight off all the people that are–I guess–mind controlled by this thing, and then swing into the air like Spiderman for some reason and do cool heart-attack inducing aerial battle for like five seconds, but then it manages to knock me away and smashes the hospital where my mom is staying…

I woke up.

I haven’t played Merge Dragons yet today. I’m not sure I want to. Do I still want the mushroom? I don’t know.

Backlog Post #2

Originally Posted 06/17/2019

Today I’m going to try and explain the comments about writers groups in my last post, because, if I can, I want to save as many people as possible from stumbling into the same trap I did. Also, I’m not the first person to write a blog post about this so don’t come here expecting to learn anything new. This is just my personal experience.

Okay, where to begin? Well, let’s go back a bit.

I started looking for a writer’s group in 2011, but I only went to two meetups. The first was only three other people and they all just talked about their book ideas because apparently, no one in the group had actually fucking written anything yet. The other group was a bunch of older people reminiscing about how great their writing careers used to be. They had also not written anything in years. So I basically said “screw this” and stopped looking for a writing group because I don’t have time for that kind of shit.

Fast forward to 2018. There I was, twelve years later and 1,293,759+ words published online. Granted, more than half of that was fanfiction, but it was still writing. I was still creating stories that people were reading every day. I also had a nice chunk done on my first original novel and I needed someone to read it. Someone who was not my best friend or my husband and might actually have some experience. Don’t get me wrong, my husband and best friend are amazing and I don’t know what I would do without them, but they read my stuff to tell me how awesome I am, not to critique. I recommend this for all aspiring writers. Sometimes you just need cheerleaders.

Anyway, back to the story. I braved Meetup again, despite my reservations, and found a group that sounded promising. This group meets twice a month at a cute cafe in Seattle and they are relatively serious about their work. They even have this thing where whoever wants their stuff critiqued, submits their work in a file on the group page so people can download and read it before the meetup. Holy shit awesome. So I signed up, downloaded the submissions that were going to be discussed, and got super excited.

I have to say those first few sessions were pretty cool. The group follows the Milford Style of critiquing, which is great. In Milford, you go round robin and everyone gets a turn talking about the submitted work, while the author says nothing. Responding to the critique comes after everyone speaks. There’s also a time limit of 3-5 minutes for every critiquer. Simple. There were some really fun stories and the camaraderie was really uplifting. I felt inspired for the first time in a long time, and knowing I had a group of writers that I could turn to if I was really stuck was amazing. By the fourth session I was ready to bring in my own stuff. I submitted the first chapter (maybe chapter and a half?) of my novel and got it critiqued the next weekend. It went really well, got a lot of positive feedback, and I felt pretty good about it.

Now, this is where it starts to get hard to explain.

I want to make one thing clear first: I’m not writing this post about a writer’s group I think is bad because I wrote something and they didn’t like it. No no. The group actually went out of their way to tell me that my writing is actually quite good, excellent in fact. The problems with this group go much deeper so just bear with me as I try to explain the fuck-uppary.

I think I need to explain groupthink before I continue. And since I’m lazy, I’m going to copy-paste from Wikipedia because their synopsis is quick and dirty. Here you go:

“Groupthink is a psychological phenomenon that occurs within a group of people in which the desire for harmony or conformity in the group results in an irrational or dysfunctional decision-making outcome. Group members try to minimize conflict and reach a consensus decision without critical evaluation of alternative viewpoints by actively suppressing dissenting viewpoints, and by isolating themselves from outside influences.

Groupthink requires individuals to avoid raising controversial issues or alternative solutions, and there is loss of individual creativity, uniqueness and independent thinking. The dysfunctional group dynamics of the “ingroup” produces an “illusion of invulnerability” (an inflated certainty that the right decision has been made). Thus the “ingroup” significantly overrates its own abilities in decision-making and significantly underrates the abilities of its opponents (the “outgroup”). Furthermore, groupthink can produce dehumanizing actions against the “outgroup”.”

Basically, groupthink is a weird phenomenon where individual members of a small group tend to accept a viewpoint or rationalization that represents a perceived group consensus. The consensus might not even be valid, or real, or even for the best, it’s just a consensus that avoids conflict. Everyone agrees so that no one disagrees because conflict is hard to deal with.

Groupthink is so fucking prevalent in this writer’s group, it’s insane. There are three (maybe four?) people who I would label the “ingroup”. Two of them are moderators, unfortunately, and the other two are writers that are considered “semi-professional” within the community because they’ve had a few (like one, maybe two) short stories published in a magazine. These four people write in the same genre (fantasy/sci-fi), have basically the same ideas for how a story is supposed to go (it’s weirdly specific), and all have a strange hatred of men?? One of them is a man, so this last one is extra weird to me.

So these four individual’s ideals sort of run the whole show. When things that are not Sci-fi or fantasy, or some off-shoot of those two genres is submitted, everyone kind of turns up their noses at it. There is always a much harsher critique of male characters than female, and there is usually a discussion of the structure if the submission doesn’t follow the formula this group likes. Also, and this is the weirdest part, when stories are being worked on in the session and we’re starting the round robin, you can feel a shift in the atmosphere as one of these four people speak. It’s like everyone is waiting for them to talk because they need to know the direction this critique is taking.

It feels like a hive mind. It took me almost seven months of attending these sessions before I realized that everyone has stopped writing for themselves. Nothing is completely original anymore. I mean, there are good ideas for sure, and some great characters, but it’s all mashed into these unspoken guidelines because everyone is just writing for the group.

All of this is totally unintentional. I have no hard feelings when it comes to this particular thing. Groupthink is just something that happens and I feel so sorry for the ten or so writers that come every week, desperate for feedback from their trusted writing group but are just getting a bunch of personal feelings and convoluted advice back. It sucks. They’re pretty much stuck in this loop of struggling writing while being critiqued by other struggling writers so there’s never any real solutions to things that aren’t working. The work never gets truly polished, just molded into another story that works within the expectations of this group.

Okay. I’ve been nice up to this point. Now it’s time to get fucking real.

The group definitely looks for things to critique, not bits they don’t understand or parts that aren’t working. They definitely will read something and if there’s nothing really glaring or obvious, instead of just talking about how they liked it, they will go out of their way to pick at something completely, COMPLETELY irrelevant. “Would a dog really cock its head like that?” “Are you sure her hair is limp after being in the rain? This line about its dampness really took me out because you talked about it being thick in the last chapter.” “This section really took me out because I just don’t think he would pet the cat.”

Drives. Me. Fucking. Nuts.

If you like something, just say you like it and move on. Are you trying to show off? Are you showing us how superior you are by noticing something wrong when the rest of us missed it? It’s a CAT. He just stopped to pet the cat for like three seconds, it doesn’t matter! And what’s worse, is that after one of the four leaders does something like that, the weird groupthink thing will kick in and then everybody will start commenting on how “oh yeah, that took me out too! why is he petting the cat? it’s so strange!” when two minutes ago no one cared about that bit at all.

When I got to the Norwest Con Workshop, I voiced some concerns over my novel that were brought up by the Groupthink writer’s group and everyone kind of scratched their heads. The Norwest Con group responded with: No, my protagonist was actually very sympathetic. No, the magic absolutely made sense. And my favorite: No, you can absolutely have humor during an intense fight scene. It was so wonderful, the relief that flowed through me was almost painful. The members of the Norwest Con Workshop gave me solid critique, plus a ton of encouragement and inspiration, and basically shot down everything the Groupthink group said about it.

By the end of the Norwest Con weekend, Groupthink writer’s group was a kind of a joke. Neil Clarke told me flat out I should just find another writer’s group because if they were making me this discouraged and giving me bonkers critique, I shouldn’t associate myself with them. I didn’t want to believe it at first, but Neil is a professional. It’s taken me weeks to get past my doubts and to realize that I was truly in a toxic writing environment, but I think now I’m finally getting over it.

I haven’t gone back, to the Groupthink writer’s group I mean. And I haven’t spoken to anyone in the group since, besides when I ran into a few of them at Norwest Con. (More on that later because it’s insane.)

Sometimes I slip and think “no, I overreacted, they were all pretty good writers and they were just trying to help me”, but then I look back at my work and I think “no, this is good stuff and I feel good about it.” And that’s what it boils down to. Write because you love it, and learn to love what you write. I guess I just don’t want anyone to get stuck like I did. Writer’s groups are great, but you need to not rely on them for everything. Don’t take everything they say to heart because it’s very likely none of them are professionals. Use them for accountability, for camaraderie, and inspiration, but don’t make a writing group your sole source for feedback.

I also have to add one last little thing because it’s another weird quirk about Groupthink group.

They have very strange taste in books. According to the mods, Dune by Frank Herbert is in the same realm as Twilight: a book that somehow got popular but is actually written badly and has no plot. Also, Steven King’s books are contrived and are all so similar to each other that they’re unreadable. Also, there should never be sex in books because it’s always silly and ruins the flow if it’s something other than romance.

?? …So apparently I also have terrible taste I guess?

Anyway, that’s it for today. Maybe now, dear readers, you will understand my mindset for the last few months. I’ve experienced writer’s block before, but up until now, it’s all been internal. External writer’s block is a bitch. Stay away from that shit.

Have a good week everyone! Wash your face, clip your nails–try not to bite them. Always pet your pets (unless you have fish, don’t pet fish).

Backlog Post #1

Originally Posted 06/09/2019

I always start these things with something about not updating in a while and how sorry I am, but I’m skipping that part this time. I am not sorry for not updating since December because I’ve had a hell of a couple months (well, actually five, and that’s like half a year almost? jeez).

Norwest Con was pretty amazing–and awful at the same time. I’ll talk about the amazing parts because the bad parts have nothing to do with writing and I want to talk about writing.

The Norwest Con workshop was one of the best things I have ever done for myself. It was enlightening, inspirational, helpful, motivating, and everything else I could have ever wanted. Neil Clarke of Clarkesworld Magazine was my group’s clinician, and besides being the most precious cinnamon roll on the planet, he was a bubbling fountain of useful information about the publishing industry. I am and will forever be so grateful for his help and advice. The other thing that made this workshop so amazing was the fact that my group got along so well! We like each other so much, and appreciate each others writing and critique so much that we formed our own writer’s group that meets once a month. It’s so so so so amazing because, for the first time, I feel like I’m actually getting real feedback. REAL and HELPFUL feedback from writers I respect and admire–and that, I kid you not, is like finding treasure. Holy shit good writing groups are so hard to find. (More on that in the next post.)

Besides the workshop, I also got to participate in a couple of really good writing classes. At first, I felt like I didn’t need them because they were for things like plot structure and character building, and I feel pretty solid in those two things, but oh ho ho. I am a fledgling writer with delusions of grandeur and am very nieve about a lot of things. Never turn down the opportunity to learn from a professional. Never. Not only did I glean a fuck-ton of useful information about writing in general, but I also made a few really good connections. Totally worth it. It was awesome.

So that was the good stuff. I’m going to keep the bad stuff to a minimum because I feel like it deserves its own post. Yeah, it’s that complicated. Let’s just summarize it today as: I was extremely drained by the end because some people don’t have a filter and don’t have the social know-how to know when it’s time to stop talking. I’m too nice and I paid for it. (It also ties into the cryptic statement I made about writing groups, so again, more on that later.)

Okay, some rando stuff besides Norwest Con:

My other writing has been going well. My horror story is almost done, and I’ve got a few other short horror story ideas in the works. I’ve decided to do an anthology!

We went on our first family vacation! We drove down to California in a trailer and saw some family. The short version of that is that is was really fun and I’m glad we did it.

Crypticon was in May. Awesome. My daughter went as Jigsaw the puppet and that went over very well, also saw some really great cosplay, and my best friend and I got to watch some new independent films that were screening. I will probably talk more about that later too.

My daughter who started hip hop dance at the beginning of this school year had her first dance recital and it was awesome. Very stressful, but awesome.

And I’ve lost another 10 pounds, which I am quite proud of.

I hope you all are doing well. Don’t be afraid to stop by here or on Facebook or Instagram and say hello. I don’t bite very hard. Stay cool as the weather gets hotter. Drink water, wash your hair, wear lip balm, exfoliate, pet your dog or cat or snake, etc. Take care of you. Have a good week!