*Note this post was published on my blog in 2011, when my blog was still mostly focused on writing. But as I was reading over the post for another reason, I thought someone here might be able to use it, particularly the part about not blindly following all advice on writing you find on line, but perhaps finding what you need in the weirdest places. Good luck.*- SAH
Some of you have heard the story of how I came to see the importance of voice in writing (though this post is about more than that.)
As I’ve noted before, I am almost painfully dim when it comes to learning how to write or to improving my writing.
Part of this might be because it’s a true “vocation” in the non-religious sense. It’s not just that I always wanted to be a writer, it’s that my particular set of skills and temperament seem geared towards it, and that I decided I’d be a professional writer very early in life. I think because of that, I write half by instinct and half by guess, and can miss VAST CHUNKS of craft without noticing. (I mean, consider I spent most of my young – and otherwise – life reading, and that I didn’t hit upon the concept of “scenes” until I found it in an how to book. If I had to take the character from the living room to the dining room, instead of saying “he walked to the dining room” and cutting to the next interaction, I dragged him over the floor inch by inch, describing the carpet. I thought I had to.) Which is also why I’m an OBSESSIVE student of writing and get advice from the oddest places, from Tennyson poems to song lyrics.
So, I figured out voice mattered (and what it was) when listening to Dave Weber at a panel at either Liberty Con or Constellation. On the panel was one of my fledgelings, whose name is withheld to protect the neurotic (which most new writers are. Oh, yeah, most old writers too.) This particular fledgeling has found a self-torture method that is more effective than cats of nine tails if less efficient. Fledgeling finds how-to-write advice on line, and then believes it. All of it. Because most of the advice on line is not from experienced writers but from newbies, the end results can range from the amusing to the terrifying. (And why would an extremely talented person do that, you ask? Well, DUH… er… writer.)
The latest bizarre advice was not to use (I think – hard to remember) the words “as” or “for” because they were – supposedly – the mark of a beginner and would trigger immediate rejection. (I don’t remember the words exactly, but seriously, they were that common.) Dave Weber listened to my “child”’s disquisition on this matter, looking increasingly puzzled (I was too, out in the audience) and then grabbed the mike and said “I don’t know if that’s true. I know I use those words. But even if it were true, what I’ve found is that if you tell the story convincingly and with confidence in your own voice, all such things will be forgiven.”
See, I’d had people tell me before “voice, you iz doing it wrong” – yes, all my editors were Lolcats. – But no one had explained what voice was. And books on how to find your voice were worse than useless. One of them advised removing all adjectives and adverbs and all “not strictly needed” description and stage setting. As far as that goes, it’s not a bad style necessarily, though a bit outdated and reading a little like a stage play.
Weber’s comment made it all clear. It’s the confidence of the voice and – if I may say so – the appropriateness to the story. (Something I only found later.)
The best way to put this in perspective is to think of someone telling a joke at a party. Even if they get the wording a little wrong, and it was three sheep and an Anglican Bishop instead of two goats and a Catholic Monk, it doesn’t matter, provided they do the right expressions, put in the right pacing, and make you SURE they know how they’re telling the story, and even that the story is funny. (Seriously. Some people just by the tone of voice and bullying through can make you laugh even if they forget the punchline.) OTOH is there anything more nerve wracking than the person who stands there and goes “and then he says, are you horny or… No, wait. It was he says the hornier you are. Then… No.” Or even someone who delivers the absolutely perfect line in an apologetic tone and cringes? (Unless that’s appropriate.)
Of course it’s a little different to think of this in terms of stage performance when all you have are the words on the page, but I’ve found it DOES help to think of it in the same way I would when telling stories at a party.
I’m a bizarre mix of introvert and extrovert and tests swing one way or the other depending on the time of day and mood I take them in. But I do trend more towards the introvert. So being on panels or speaking in public, or telling a joke at a party, make me almost physically ill. The only way I could meet the demands of being a writer in the age when you have to self-publicize, was to put on a persona and pretend I was big and strong and brave and ENJOYED these interactions (weirdly, I do enjoy them while ‘in persona’) and I’ve found putting on the same mind set while writing works best.
But the weird thing is that, through that persona, I can actually show myself. Pratchett, in one of his books gives a younger person the advice that she should just be herself as hard as she can (I think that’s in one of the Tiffany Aching’s, but I’m sorry, I’ve only had one – admittedly large – cup of tea and my brain hasn’t come online yet.) And that’s what I find myself becoming, both on the page and in public. Through the false front of confidence, I can show the truth of who I am.
And this brings us to the part where this isn’t just for writers. My blog yesterday was, to an extent, about preference falsification and how it can lead to what amounts to a conspiracy of lies. You fear to disagree with those that are considered the “cool kids” and therefore what others hear is reinforced and leads to a unified – and totally wrong – image of the world setting in. (In most cases this is relatively harmless. When it touches on things such as how the genders interact or, say, economics, what we think we know can kill us. As a species, and often as individuals.)
When I lived in a college area – waggles hand – give or take ten years ago, I used to go for walks and cross paths with the college girls all slim and fashionable and, well… young, while I was staring forty in the face. And I remember thinking “I’d love to have my twenty year old body back, but I wouldn’t want the mind back for all the tea in China.” This was not because I wasn’t as smart at thirty as I was at forty (for a given definition of smart. Shut up you, and stop giggling. Also, pointing is rude.) It was because at thirty I was still afraid that if I opened my mouth and disagreed with people, people would hate me. Yes, at forty I was afraid they’d fire me (or never hire me again) but I no longer cared if they liked me or not. Frankly, if I judged them on their opinions (no, I don’t for a lot of people. I think they haven’t examined where those would lead) I wouldn’t like a lot of them. (It’s not defensible to support communism. No, I don’t care. It just isn’t. That whole thing about the press reporting selectively? Yeah. If they’d reported on communism as they did on fascism, it would be about as acceptable in social circles. It might have killed less than a hundred million people – though the quibbling is on the margins of the numbers – but it is still a disgusting, blood-stained doctrine based on envy, which, carried to its ends, leads to feudalism and oppression AND economic stagnation And if you think it would work perfectly this time, you’d better show me what species you intend on using for this, because it doesn’t work with humans. It can’t be tried in its “perfect” form because humans aren’t perfect. If they were, a system wouldn’t be needed.)
And you know what, I’ve found that in writing and in life, keeping your opinions and… your SELF under wraps distorts who you are. It is that distortion and hesitancy that makes the writing come across as lacking in flavor. And as for the life… Well, I’m not recommending any of you go out and mouth off and do yourself out of your job or home. But I AM recommending that when absolutely needed you don’t keep your mouth shut and you don’t falsify preference.
Will it cost you? Oh, heck yes. You pay for everything in life, be it in money or not. (And that’s another reason communism doesn’t work. You can’t abolish cost. To be alive is to work for a living and if you don’t, someone is doing it for you.) Usually what you don’t pay for in money is far more hideously expensive.
I’m sure since I started talking (has it only been a little over a year? Really?) it’s cost me. But here’s the thing – it was costing me before. It was costing me in stress and emotional twisting. And it wasn’t getting me all that far, possibly because it wasn’t my “true voice.”
But what, you’ll say, if you’re wrong? What if the things you believe aren’t true? Well, if you’re wrong be wrong on your own. Make your own mistakes. You’re going to make mistakes, anyway – yours or someone else’s. Which would you rather make?
I guarantee if you write long enough you’ll come to look at one or more of your books as “Good Lord, I wrote that? What was I thinking? Didn’t I know a thing about history?” And I guarantee if you live long enough you’ll live to laugh at one or more of your opinions.
But when your grandkids ask if you were really an unrestrained gold-standardist, Reformed, do you want to tell them “Yeah, this is why I thought it was a good idea at the time,” or “No, but I had to say that to get published?” I know which one I’d prefer.
So, go forth and live – and write – out loud. What’s the worst that can happen? Yeah, you could die for it. But isn’t it better than living for nothing?





18 responses to “Being Myself Outloud”
“You can’t abolish cost” is one of the best rebuttals I’ve ever seen to pretty much all the current year fallacies. And here’s a theme song for the post (sorry, only just discovered it last year; it’s still new to me.)
(can’t watch video)
“Can’t abolish cost”– I like that. On the face, it works against the simple approaches- you have to look closer at “OK, I can’t just GET RID of the costs, so… how do I engage them to reduce the costs? Can I shift them around? Is there somwhere that this cost would be a benefit instead of a strain?”
Exactly, that articulates the issue very well.
Not to butter Sarah up, but with this aphorism she improved on TANSTAAFL 🙂
I learned this early, when I switched to a new (all-girl) school for 5th grade. On the first day, at recess, the girls asked me what I’d read over the summer, and I arbitrarily picked one of the many books and told them “Little Women”. When they wanted to know how long that took me, all (provisionally) sympathetic, I was surprised — books were a pleasure, not a chore.
Now, I was fresh from having been expelled from a Belgian convent school (my mother was a war bride from Antwerp) for “excessive insolence” (they weren’t wrong), so I had a pretty good idea of the importance of my answer at this particular moment.
I made one of my most important conscious and deliberate life choices at 9, which I still vividly remember (playground and all). I wasn’t going to be made embarrassed about being smart even if it cost me (which I knew it would). If the nuns couldn’t do it, with their authority and their ruler smacks and punishments, these kids certainly couldn’t.
So I told them how long – one day. First they didn’t believe me. Then they did. I fought my way through the first few months (literally — but I was too stubborn to be knocked down by bullies, even if I was the youngest), and then settled into an academic environment where I was the resident brain in the class who could help with homework, etc.
Having made the decision to be true to myself (and slowly learned some manners about how to be less abrasive socially about it), I’ve stuck to both the decision and its consequences all my life. If I’m going to make mistakes, by god, they’re not going to be ones of timidity or of seeking acceptance/approval over what I judge for myself. The older one gets, the easier that is, so the sooner you start, the better. 🙂
I didn’t know how to be any other way.
Plus getting, as I think about it, some fairly mixed parental messages:
Tell outrageous stories to get them to stay at arm’s length. (That one nearly got me put in, “adaptive PE,” and my parents had to visit the principal over it).
Spit in their eye, perhaps literally.
Ignore them and they’ll stop.
None of these worked. Fortunately my last two years of high school were at a brand new, “experimental,” school, where being a brain was an asset. But I’ve carried the scars since.
I got beat up, or just hounded and made miserable, for being myself as a teen so often that now I can’t be anything else, or do anything else. I’m “Alma-the-Hat,” “the walker,” (I was observed so often going back and forth to class in grad school that everyone in town seemed to know me on sight), “the old-fashioned-one,” and “the red-head on the front row.” The wages of having a distinctive style and coloring, and of being myself.
That seems to apply to books as well. I know my writing style tends to be “slow” and florid. I’ll never be Hemingway, or Tom Clancy. Granted, I’d like one year of Tom Clancy’s income [I promise I won’t squander it all on books, really!], but I don’t do their staccato writing style. Nor do I have Dave Weber’s ability to make a tech-dump into an art-form. 😉
I liked Tom Clancy as an author, but the Tom Clancy(tm) brand included some of the heavier books I’ve walled. I had one of his first sharecropped books stolen on a flight to Germany. I think the thief did me a favor. The backup copy of a Michael Crichton book (Timeline, if memory serves) was a lot better. 🙂
Some authors can let others into their spaces (thinking of Larry Niven, John Ringo, Larry Correia for some), but Tom Clancy’s Whatever left me cold.
OTOH, there’s always space in my Kindle for more Alma Boykin (and other Mad Genii).
Clancy started long winded, and got worse as he got more popular. Anne Rice was similar. At a certain point I just couldn’t get into the story anymore.
“Some people just by the tone of voice and bullying through can make you laugh even if they forget the punchline.”
Somewhere I have a quote from a comedian: “A comic is not someone who says funny things. A comic is someone who says things funny.”
I am reminded of some book about the Rat Pack I skimmed when they were in fashion in the late 90s (this would have been after DS9 jumped on the bandwagon with Vic Fontaine, can’t date it closer than that), which claimed that Frank Sinatra, armed with jokes from the best gag writers he knew, would burn with admiration and envy over Dean Martin’s ability to make people laugh by flicking his cigarette or picking up his drink.
Martin had excellent timing
Indeed. To the extent that I have a favorite within the Rat Pack, it was probably Dino.
Voice can be fun.
Oddly enough writing pastiches of other writers can be a good way to develop it, by mastering the art of making the words leap through the hoops.
YEP.
“Note this post was published on my blog in 2011, when my blog was still mostly focused on writing. But as I was reading over the post for another reason, I thought someone here might be able to use it, particularly the part about not blindly following all advice on writing you find on line, but perhaps finding what you need in the weirdest places.”
(points at self)
Er… you mean someone like me?
Possibly. Sorry, we got into an unavoidable disruption. Will try to read tonight. I kind of passed out yesterday and slept 12 hours. no reason I know of.
Ah, don’t worry about it. No hurry. Until I finish the current project, I’m not rewriting or editing anything else.
I’m primarily self taught in many things. My family and friends are rather astonished to find out that I didn’t understand what a verb or adjective were until 5th grad. Or that for as much as I can debate biological concepts and anatomy, the only biology class I’ve ever taken was 7th grade life science.
So if you see me doing something weird to get to a result, meh, it’s just my process and how I learned to do things.
At least I’m not as bad as my old freshman roommate. He holds his pencil with his hand crabbed around like a lefty and starts all of his letters from the right hand side because he taught himself how to write. He’s right handed.