I’ve been working at a pretty good pace these past couple of nights. As I mentioned before, I finished most of the nitty-gritty setup, and have moved on to setting the real plot in motion. I wrote a scene the other night that I really enjoyed, getting to know a character who I didn’t think would be more than a plot vehicle. Turns out he’s kind of awesome, and his girlfriend is a bad ass.
It also turns out that my characters know a lot more about what they have to do in order for the plot to unfold properly than I do. I had another one of those moments where stuff just kind of happened without major forethought on my part, and I didn’t realize until I woke up this morning that there was no possible way the story could have moved forward realistically if I hadn’t done what I did. Or what Serdaro did, I guess. Mind of his own, that boy.
But anyway. What I really wanted to say was that I think one of the reasons I’ve been productive lately, besides just simply getting over a hump, is that I’ve been on Twitter a lot. I know. I don’t say anything interesting. But other people do. I’m following a lot of authors, as well as some agents and publishers (besides my favorite comedians and such), which is kind of great. It’s like a community where everyone is talking to themselves, but as long as you hit “refresh” at the right millisecond to catch it, you can have a little glimpse into their head.
Sure, the site is mostly populated with 13-year-old pop star fanatics, who are constantly having fan wars that baffle the mature human mind. But as long as you build up the right network, it can be a very positive experience. I think it’s great that most of my followers are other authors, trying to make it the same as I am, which is the same reason I enjoy reading comments on this blog, and checking out what other people are writing under the topics I usually use.
It’s probably no surprise that I prefer online community to the good old fashioned in-person variety. Well, that’s not true. There’s no substitute for being in the same room with people I like and know. But with strangers, even if we have one big thing in common, I like the distance the internet gives me. It’s because I have no social skills, really. Don’t judge. Or at least don’t tell me if you are judging.
The point I was trying to make, before I failed miserably, is that being around other writers, even virtually, is properly inspiring. I think a couple of years ago I would have hated it. I would have thought of it like a competition, and beat myself up over not shooting right to the top my first day on the scene, and resented other people for being “better” than I was. But I really don’t feel that way. I might not have any particular interest in reading what one person writes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t respect their right to say it. Unless it’s really dumb. So much for my mature human brain.