Why I Write The Things I Do

(You should read the post previous to this to know what the rant is all about.)

I’ve been accused — in fact, I’ve been accused recently and by someone who should know better — of writing to market.  This is not true, though it might not be immediately obvious.  What I choose to write — what I have to say in each short story or novel — I want to write.  Often desperately enough to do it — often — for the drawer.   And, hell, if I wrote to market, I’d write a lot more thrillers, romances and women in peril.

With one exception — my one write for hire book — I write a story when it chases me down, pins me to the desk and makes me type.  I write it because I must.

This doesn’t mean I’m writing Real Politik stories — all message no fun.  When I was a little kid I DESPISED the “goody-two-shoes” books that pushed the moral or religious POV.  There are no words for the level of bile and hatred I had for those so unsubtle as to have at the end something like — Moral: Good always wins and evil always loses.  Being who I am it immediately made me want to go out and write a story “proving” the opposite.

I feel exactly the same way about the politically correct pap the kids get assigned in school and half of what’s being cranked out by publishing houses, too.  It’s not, my friends, that I disagree with their contentions — I do indeed qualify a lot of them, like the whole men versus women thing, and others are so a-historical it’s not even funny, but in general — it’s that most of them are only repeating received wisdom and, furthermore, received wisdom that, disagree with it or not, no one will oppose.  Just like “Good always wins and evil always loses” is a load of patooey in real life.  BUT it is the way we all wish it were.  And at the same time it is a message repeated from all the churches and institutions catering to the young since there have been churches and institutions.

 In the same way the tenthousandth Empowered Woman Defeats Evil Males saga might posibly contribute to the self-esteem of some severely battered woman who SOMEHOW managed to avoid all other identical tomes rolling off the presses for the last twenty years at least.  For me they are just a “oh, heck, yeah.  Go sisterrrr.  YAWN” as I toss the book aside.  (This should not be interpreted to mean that all empowered women characters are a bad thing.  Or that you can’t have evil males.  In my upcoming DarkShip Thieves I have both.  In spades.  I mean a black-and-white dichotomy of women-good-because-they’re-women/men-bad-because-they’re-men.  And don’t even get me started on the men-as-supervillain school of same.  That’s where men are amazing beings who have kept all women enslaved for six thousand years, change history, suppress thought AND in their spare time display amazing mind-control powers.  “It was date rape.  He TALKED me into having sex, officer.  What could a poor woman do against his male mind-rays.”  {again this can’t be taken to disparage all cases of date rape}  But that’s a rant for another time.)  Most of them, these days, don’t even get me mad enough to want to write the exact opposite.  It’s just all too much of a muchness.

So, no, my books don’t have an obvious message.  They have messages, of course.  Usually several.  All of which fits into an overarching view of the world.  Mine.  I’m not preaching at people — there are things I just have to say and that I think are more likely to make an impact if you absorb them subconsciously through fiction.  Things like “Yes, you’re oppressed.  That doesn’t give you an excuse not to TRY.”  Things like “You’ll be much happier if you love others as well as yourself.”  And I’m sure quite a few more, if you look carefully…

All that said, and granted I’ve written things “for the drawer” which will not see the light of day till I’m dead or the kids put me in a mental institution and get custody of my work, whichever comes first, writing is essentially communication.  You write to be read.  Otherwise you’re just murdering a bunch of innocent Pixels and — if you print it — dirtying paper on one side.  

So when I write I try to maximize the chances that the books or stories will be accepted.  Much of this — at this point — takes place at a level I’m not even aware of.  Also — though it might not look like it — a lot of my writing planning is sub-conscious in the real sense.  Take Draw One In the Dark (advisable, really.  There will be a new cover for the paperback and that hard cover will be a collectible.  TRUST me.)  The characters — both main characters and Rafiel — came to me fully formed.  I have clue zero why Tom is short.  I just know I can’t change it.  I have no idea why Kyrie is KYRIE of all things.  (Not only does it mean Lord in Greek — apparently — but Kyrie Grace is the name of my friend Alyson’s daughter, which i did not want to steal.  The poor girl will grow up expecting to change into a panther.)  However, when I first vividly saw her in my mind I kept thinking that Kr was in there somewhere and and “i” sound too.  I tried Kris and Carissa and… you don’t want to know.  Finally it was borne upon me her name was Kyrie.  And from that moment on, I KNEW her.

Beyond characters, I often lack control over “voice.”  Each of my novels has a voice it wants to be told in.  Books in the same series have a slightly different voice.  Until I find the voice I can’t write the book.  This is responsible for 90% of my late deliveries.  (Health is responsible for the rest.)  I’ll find myself cleaning toilets, raking the yard and/or petting cats while I look for the voice.  Once it pops in my head — once the story starts speaking in its own voice, I’m home free, pretty much.

Given that, there are things I can control.  Above all, there are things I SHOULD control.  And those involve removing as many obstacles between story and reader as possible.

This is why I don’t write stories set in Portugal.  Without going into the other instances of it, let me point to you what “Portugal” conveys to the average American.

The first, and because of previous conditioning is “oppressed.”  If I’m not writing a story of someone (usually the US for these stories) oppressing Portugal, then I will have to consider very carefully whether to set it there.  (For those of you confused by this — every American has been conditioned by previous books to expect a book set in a small country to be a book of US oppression.  The editor who reads the book will expect it too.  If it’s not I’ll get a rejection telling me I dance around the point.  Or that they don’t understand what I’m getting at, or…)

Second, Latin country — and by this I mean that a lot of Americans — those not in the North East of the US at least — will assume Portugal is in South America.  Or that Portuguese speak Spanish.  Or that Portuguese are Hispanics.  This means that a book set in Portugal will NEED to be about Latin culture.  It will almost for sure have to feature a woman overcoming patriarchal society.  Or perhaps a book about the beauties of the Spanish language.  I simply haven’t felt like writing the type of book that would require this.  (Patriarchal society can be as well served by setting book in Victorian England.  And, oh, by the way, if I ever feel like writing a book about the beauties of the Spanish language, I’ll tell you. Don’t wait with sandwiches by the phone.)

[And here I pause to inform all those intending to deplore American ignorance to take a chill pill.  WHY should America know about Portugal?  Oh, the discoveries, you say?  yes, they should.  And the way the discoveries are taught in American schools is laughable, giving most of the credit to England.  That said, it’s still HOW it’s taught, and I can’t change it.  As for the rest, how much do my Portuguese readers know of small countries with which we haven’t had a war in forever?  If I say Outer Slovenia — without looking up in google, do you know if it exists?  And where would you place it mentally?  Requiring Americans to know geography impeccably is stupid.  It’s the corolary of men-as-super-villains.  As a proud American I’ll admit to many virtues.  But contrary to what you might expect, we’re not all assigned eidetic memories at birth or naturalization.]

Third, What do you mean, they’re not just like us? — The assumption in the US (and in the rest of the world, though Europeans travel more to other cultures by virtue of living in a geographical space where you can’t swing a cat* without hitting some poor peasant’s head in Outer Slovenia.  What Europeans don’t know about America and the American mind and way of life, otoh, could fill several books.)  Any book set in Portugal is immediately rowing against the current to get into an editor’s accept pile.  This is true of any book in an unusual location.  You can choose to beg exceptions in your characters lives to make them “almost American”, to stay “on the surface” so that the true differences don’t appear” (both of which negate the point of setting it in another country) or you’re going to have to explain every single thing, every step of the way.  And if you don’t, you risk giving the wrong impression of how you feel about some of these differences too.  One of my early stories set in Portugal got me a rejection accusing me of being a xenophobic American who’d never been out of the country.  This was based on one paragraph describing pastries kept not-under-refrigeration, but in glass domes on the counter top, in a deli in Portugal, which was normal in the early eighties.  (Though probably not now.)  It’s the small things, too.  I am sometimes still tripped up by this, as my own mind is still set for “what do you mean they’re not like us?” and my childhood and early adulthood was spent in Portugal.  At a workshop I almost came to cuffs with other writers over a scene in which someone makes a big bonfire with the photographs and letters of someone who just died.  “But why would anyone burn antique stuff,” was their thing.  And they couldn’t believe anyone did it without a special reason.  (The special reason is, of course, that in Portugal, if you don’t do that to the vast majority of such “inheritances” they’d be wading through old letters and papers, having had those since at least Roman colonization onwards.)

Because of all of those, if you set a novel in Portugal — PARTICULARLY if you grew up there and know the real country, not the image in people’s minds — you’re going to have a hard time selling it.  Unless you’re working on one of the themes above and intend to do the work necessary to heinlein in all the odd details without slowing the narrative down.

To me, what this means is that half of my Portuguese short stories never sell.  The other half take a long time to sell.  And most of them I have to distort in some way to make them ‘acceptable’. 

The game is not worth the candle.  I can write the same story and set it in a time with the same characteristics and which American editors and readers are familiar with — the history of the English speaking world provides a lot of places and situations — and avoid the hassle.

This doesn’t mean I won’t ever write a novel set in Portugal, just that I have yet to find a compelling reason to do so.  And there are other reasons NOT to.  Those, I’ll deal with in the next few days.

And now, back to the real work.


*I am required here– by Miranda who is glaring at me — to say that the cat swung is entirely metaphorical and that anyone attempting to swing an actual animal will have to deal with Miranda aka cat princess of infinite power.  Cats should be carried, cuddled and petted.  Not swung.  Or she will pee on your books.

13 thoughts on “Why I Write The Things I Do

  1. Calmly Sarah…you burst a blood vessel and it would be a lil difficult to finish your current works. if you don’t finish your current works; I don’t get my girl Athena in all her nubile dead tree glory. And and and….please don’t blow a blood vessel mama taz…**puppy dog look**
    *do you have any idea how hard it is for a wolf to pull that look off?*

  2. Why I Write The Things I Do
    Chuckle Chuckle
    When I hear people complain that an author ‘writes to market’, I think of people who like the stuff the Lit Professors like.
    Now, I do think there are some authors who *continue* a series solely because they know people will buy them. [Wink]

  3. “write to market”
    Dumb Truck Driver here:
    Question. Why would any craftsman, worker, artisan, or anyone else who produces a product to sell,WANT to waste time on an unsellable product?
    Writing to market is a GOOD thing. The ONLY thing I would think.
    My most favoritist kind of SF/Fantasy is “if this…then what”…… “what” is usually bloody..that’s good. For two reasons. It’s good entertainment for
    people with the minds of a male adolescent..(me) ..and it’s precautionary. That is….if we read it we might not enact it.
    Thereby saving REAL blood and bullets.
    Tell the anti-market creeps to buzz off.
    eagerly awaiting Transhumanist/transformer SF/Fantasy (aka Darkship Theive and/or Doitd series) not quiet ready for Shakespearian/Elizabethan etc.etc.

    1. Re: “write to market”
      Well, you are right of course. One tries to write what will sell. Though frankly sometimes something else begs to be written and you do it, and hope that it will give you a new skill or something. I’ve been known to canibalize unpublishable pieces for characters, lines or scenes. I mean, yes, writing is my career — such as it is — but it is also my passion.
      However, what the person needling me meant was the sort of writing to market where you take element a and a bit of b and add c and voila, book. Frankly I couldn’t do that. My mind doesn’t work that way. I have to be at least minimally interested in something to write it. Which is why I never wrote media tie in. And those by-the-numbers books are very hard to do well. Passion is something that’s hard to fake. They tend to come through sounding like fake orgasms. Like the scene from The Man With Two Brains, (mechanical voice) “It just keeps getting better and better.”
      NP on not interested in the historicals. REALLY. I am working on shifters as we speak.

      1. Re: “write to market”
        Dunno why. Mood? Taste?
        1632 by Flint was out for YEARS before I read it….then I LOVED it. It’s the onliest book that I ever read then immediately re-read. I was following (read: buying) the series pretty regularly for a while…until (it got to be “too long between books”….as well as “multiple authors/writing style”… (he had another project…”rivers of war?”…I didn’t want to “break it in” so I haven’t bought any of it) I still buy 1632 series…but it’s not a “drop everything and get it NOW” kinda thing any more.
        historicals/recipe writing:
        Louis Lamour Westerns. His and Dan Parkinson are the only westerns that I have or am even likely to read. I’ve tried several others and didn’t like em….at all. Lamour is so “recipe” that I swear he had a computer somewhere with pre written paragraphs, titles, characters…etc. Come time for a book he’d enter a script and it dump a book. Except that he was writing prolifically before computers. Waaaay before.
        And that was OK. I was reading his stuff (at the time) for entertainment.(think paperback-in-lunchbox kinda deal) His was a “known product” I could “be in the groove” in the first paragraph….with an unknown author I might be half a book trying to figger out what was going on. Which is ok….at the start of a series. I like series. The first book is “figger it out”…the subsequent books are pure bliss.(or not) I “identify”. I don’t JUST read….I experience it. One reason I disdain movies is that they have such poor special effects(and they’re over too quick…and they have poor science…and.. and…)compared to my “mind’s eye” when I’m in the groove reading a good book.
        Moon is a Harsh Mistress. I literally read it in one sitting. When I was done I felt cheated. I wanted MORE.
        That’s why I don’t care for short stories much. By the time I’ve got it all nailed down… it’s over. I figure the Dune Series is about the right length…maybe just a tad too short.
        As far as hystericals in general? Yeah. I like em with the same proviso that I apply to Science Fiction. In my most favoritest SF the Science is real (except maybe the “if this” part.) In historical s the history should be real. Except for the “if this” part.
        I think a child should be able to kinda/sorta learn science from SF. Following that same logic the kiddo should be able to learn history from “historical s”. “Fake history” (except for the “if this”) is a violation of trust…..as is fake science.
        What any of the above has got to do with anything I dunno.
        It’s just me and my way of thinking.
        (hi-tech-RedNeck-Heavy-Haul-Trucker…sitting on the Tappan-Zee Bridge…waiting….waiting….waiting..for DarkShip Theives)

        1. Re: “write to market”
          Ev? Why are you sitting on a bridge? Unless its got a spectacular view and your taking a break of course. Just curious.

          1. Re: “write to market”
            Heh….As I wander on up this bridge there’s this sign…
            “Life is worth living” it says…and gives a (presumeably ) suicide hotline number..
            Can a hundred foot fall into water kill? Guess it can.
            The reason I’m sitting here? I’m involved in the reconstruction of that same bridge. I’m hauling precast bridge sections in…old pieces out. Gross weigh of …oh…let’s say 150 or 160 thousand pounds…per truck. The Bridge is being rebuilt while remaining in operation.
            At night of course.
            Kind of like doing a valve job on an engine while it’s running…in the dark…with a flashlight.
            EvMick. (NOT gonna work the Bridge tonight….we got rained out…wheee)

          2. Re: “write to market”
            Heh….As I wander on up this bridge there’s this sign…
            “Life is worth living” it says…and gives a (presumeably ) suicide hotline number..
            Can a hundred foot fall into water kill? Guess it can.
            The reason I’m sitting here?(in my truck) I’m involved in the reconstruction of that same bridge. I’m hauling precast bridge sections in…old pieces out. Gross weigh of …oh…let’s say 150 or 160 thousand pounds…per truck. The Bridge is being rebuilt while remaining in operation.
            At night of course.
            Kind of like doing a valve job on an engine while it’s running…in the dark…with a flashlight.
            EvMick. (NOT gonna work the Bridge tonight….we got rained out…wheee)

  4. Wow, I guess I’m not typical American, since I don’t think of Portugal as oppressed, I know very well it’s in coastal Europe, and that the language there is Portuguese. Don’t know much about it other than the amazing sailing and exploring that used to be done and the Pope dividing the world in half between Spain and Portugal (hence Portuguese being the primary language in Brazil), but at least I know that much!
    Yet another reason to homeschool. It makes me want to cry that people think it’s in South America and the people speak Spanish.

    1. You are well educated…
      Believe it or not… it’s usually the people with college educations who think Portugal is in South America. 🙂 And I am speaking from experience with people telling me these things.
      And the way I’ve seen my kids not learn geography in public schools… we won’t go there!

      1. Re: You are well educated…
        That frightens me exceedingly. As my husband said, there’s no reason to have the location of every single country in the world memorized, but you should at least know what continent it’s on!
        I always knew my high school history teacher was good, I just never appreciated /how/ good!

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