3.293. On Writing Quickly

Presently I am enjoying the works of Craig Alanson. I’ve been absorbing his material at the pace I originally absorbed George RR Martin’s Game of Thrones all those years ago. Actually, this is closer to the Wildcards experience and perhaps even closer to that of Peter Clines Ex-Heroes series. The point is that the books come out on a fairly consistent and swift schedule. Every 6 months or so a new book is rolled out. As a reader I am happy to have the new material, because I absolutely love the work. As a writer the pace terrifies me. The level of expectation involved in creating and releasing a book in that short of a time frame suggests that the book is being created in less than six months. Moreover, any reader in love with the material is going to consume that 6 months of work in a matter of days and be anxious for more, like a dog sitting in front of the bowl post meal.

I’m that dog.

This is not a good thing. I fear that it only compels publishers to push writers to produce more faster. We writers cannot do that consistently and expect the work to be good. I see shades of that in this most recent Alanson book. The work suffers from writer’s fatigue and the characters are growing quite stagnant.

I am of the mindset that this is a bad thing. I want to be a writer who is good to his fans and productive but I want the writing to be worthy of the audience and fully express what I feel to be quality. That can become a struggle if that schedule is to be maintained. Of course, maybe these writers have figured out a way to do it all…. Mayne this is my next quest.

Some Thoughts:

  1. I feel I should spin up another post about collaborative writing and writing in the dark. Presently I am on a project where there is a good deal of setting information that is being done that pertains to what I am writing. Without that setting information I cannot really do what I need to do, yet I have none of that setting information. It is bothersome.

3.292. Gilmores Revisited

I always feel a little better about myself when I can make a clever joke that other people might get… and might not. Call it a weird literature superiority complex… or just a guy who is kinda glad he knows stuff. To quote a great man, “I drink and I know things.”

This is about the Gilmores. This is about a Year in the Life, which is the four episode mini series that closes the door on the Gilmore Girls series. This is the second time I’ve seen it and second time I’ve blogged it. I have to say that it is better the second time around. Like marriage, I suspect.

Here is the thing: I have a near spiritual connection with the show. It is absolutely not about me and my life. Yet it is absolutely about me and my life and my love and my relationship and my desires. This show is me and her and us and this show is all of what I want and need out of life. It is also something completely separate. It is, as Lisa Cron notes, how I envision life and happiness. It is also the difficulty of a thing coming to an end.

There is a small part of me that realizes that I might have more days behind me than in front of me. I’m looking at stages of my own story come to an end and that makes me enormously sad and more than a little creeped out. To see the show end helps me to put all of that in focus and imagine what the end of one stage and the beginning of another. I’m in that part of my life where such things are less than fiction.

In the end there are few things that can bring me to tears but the endings are always among them, and this one is near the top of my list.