20 Things I learned about Writing in 2009

With only a few more hours laying claim to the 2000’s, I thought I’d try to recap some of the things I learned about writing this year. 2009 was my first full year actively writing as a craft and pastime.

I use the term “learned” loosely because some of the wisdom I’ve picked up I can’t seem to consistently put into action yet. But I’m trying and practice makes perfect. More experienced writers may chuckle at the sparsity and simplicity of my list, but I consider it my Dick and Jane primer.

1. A good story is all about conflict and overcoming conflict. Absent that critical element, and all you’ve got are info-dumps. Info-dumps are nothing more than interesting bits of trivia but do not and cannot carry the story.  They are like salt, a little here and there is good but too much spoils the dish and no one dines on salt alone.

2. Always double-space your manuscript, put your name and novel’s title in the header and use a font like Courier where each letter takes up the same amount of space. Make it easy for agents and editors to read.

3.  Spell out numbers.  The simple rule learned in English 101 of spelling out the single digit numbers and using numerals for 2 digit and up is barely the tip of the iceberg.  Still I find it incredibly difficult to write out “Eight o’clock”, I just do.

4. Use dialogue tags sparingly and resist the urge to have “athletic-speak”–he interjected, she bellowed, he groused, she hissed.

5. “Said” is the invisible dialogue tag and it works well all by itself. Resist the urge to modify it with an adverb, she said snarkily. If the words being uttered already imply that adverb, then you are being redundant by tacking it on, she said redundantly. Continue reading →

AW Flash Fiction — 12/27/09 — “Numbers”

As soon as the theme word of “Numbers” was revealed, my brain started making associations–numbers–>accounting, numbers–>gangs/majority, numbers–>money and then my memory dredged up Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam) singing Jzero, Monad’s Anthem and Novim’s Nightmare from his Numbers album.  Numbers became the characters of the piece.  So, while it’s not one of my better pieces (lots of bad structure and grammar), it’s certainly one of my more unusual ones:

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One sat on the sidelines looking sad. There were times such as now that he cursed his solitary nature. An only child, he’d never had to share but he’d never had a regular companion either. Now was one of those times that he wished he could be more like Two. He hoped Zero would show up soon so they could play Boolean wars. Though One couldn’t necessarily call Zero a friend, he felt a close kinship to him, as if only a single degree separated them. That wasn’t far from the truth.

Two looked for a companion with whom to play catch. His partner hadn’t been feeling too well today, leaving Two out of sorts. He had no inkling how to amuse himself and often envied One who sat on the sidelines looking singularly contented. But his hot and cold outlook on life tended to confuse his fellow numbers and so they usually left him alone to stew in his own yin and yang juices.

Three wobbled over to where Two stood only to be greeted with a nasty quip of “Too crowded; get lost!” She was familiar with discord, unfortunately, because she always felt at least partially left out of stuff. Oh sure, she was sturdy enough to take most of what life in the numeral system doled out but as both an odd and a prime number, she didn’t have many friends…well, other than Pythagoras, but he wasn’t a number and her parents didn’t approve. Continue reading →