Organizing lists

Several years ago, I fully accepted that I am a tangible person. I like having proof that I accomplished something during my day, instead of just saying that I showed up to my life and did the same things everyone else does. This became a bigger source of frustration as I realized more and more that I really do want to spend my time being involved in books. I enjoy reading and I have a lot of stories that I want to share with the world. But if your goal is to make a living at writing, how do you prove to yourself every day that you actually went to work and accomplished something? Sure, it’s super easy during the days when you’re just working to crank out that first draft because then it’s all about producing and not necessarily about the product itself. Once you have that first draft in your hand, that’s when the real trouble starts.

So I started making lists. Not just a random selection of lists that would be stored on whatever napkin or piece of paper I happened to have nearby when I thought of something I needed to do, but a genuine and dedicated list. I went out and found a great spiral notebook on clearance and now that notebook is home to the ongoing “To Do” list that helps me make progress in all aspects of my life. As a writer, I can add things that are tangible to me, especially during the revision phase. During the first draft phase of writing, all I have to do is jot down something I need to look at later so that I can see that it’s something I’ll need to take care of, but I won’t have to stop my forward momentum in order to stop and fix that one section, which could then turn into problems for a different section. Instead, I put a line on the list that says, “insert appropriate wounds into Chapter 10” or “research mythological legends closer for more authentic back story during the trial in Chapter 6.” I even put in what books I’m reading and that way, I can put a check next to something I read and wrote a review about, which helps me prove that I did something useful with my day.

The spiral notebook that lives on my desk has many pages of lines with check boxes, since I started this notebook back on 28 February 2009. It’s kind of gratifying to be able to flip back that far and see how much I’ve accomplished. Some of the check boxes have marks in the box and a completed date at the end, and some whole pages have been crossed through with a single diagonal line which indicates that I have completed every task on that one page. There are still pages that have just that one unmarked line left that shows that I still haven’t shredded my old and unneeded CDs from September of 2009 or made a backup of one of my laptops that I intended to create in February of 2010, but the things marked off far outweigh those things I have not checked off.

It seems a bit weird, I suppose, to keep such a dedicated and thorough log of my life, but I truly do find that it’s helping me to make tremendous progress with keeping track of my life, as well as with improving my word count, revision capabilities, motivation to keep moving forward on so many ongoing projects, and generally just making sure I feel like I can prove that I did something worthwhile at the end of my day. Which now means that I can cross off “update blog for week of 09-13 April.”

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Book Review: Artemis Fowl: the Time Paradox by Eoin Colfer

It was a quiet and kind of dreary Easter, so I curled up on the couch and alternated between napping and reading Artemis Fowl: the Time Paradox (Young Adult Fantasy, 391 pages) by Eoin Colfer .

Sometimes, I wonder how much of my personal reactions and things going on in my own life I should allow to slip into my reviews and observations of my readings and my movie reviews. As I work to produce and maintain a more professional internet presence, I keep thinking that the thoughts echoed by my own experiences aren’t exactly relevant to the outside world and those who do not know me and do not know where I come from. Granted, there are probably not many people who are actually reading my posts, as the world today believes more in anonymous lurking and stalking and less in actual participation in other people’s lives, but I might someday be a big name in the book world and maybe people will look me up and want to see where I came from. Highly unlikely, but possible. I also keep thinking that one of these days I will get over my fear of breaking my website and learn how to hyperlink to the websites of the authors and the books that I read. But that is a task for another time.

I believe at the Artemis Fowl series has done a good job of showing the true progression of a character with a lot of bad traits and a lot of flaws into someone you actually want to cheer for and a hero that is worth potentially liking. In a weird and more subtle way, it shows that everyone has their price, a price that they will pay anything to achieve specific goals. For most, I would say that price is the health and love of those we care the most about. As the Artemis Fowl books continue to progress, the readers see that his love for his mother and his father has been the key motivating factor for most of his unpleasant expeditions. Everything he does from the very beginning is designed to care for his sick mother and find his missing father, though the missing father was in earlier books. For the love and well-being of his parents, he lies, cheats, steals, and commits a variety of crimes designed to generate enough wealth to save them. And it just shows that everyone has their price.

The style itself is pretty easy to read and I’m enjoying the series, even though books of this nature can be a touch predictable because you always know that the heroes will wind up on top and somehow everything will get worked out for the betterment of all during the story. Sometimes, the books with the pseudo happy and predictable outcomes are necessary to help get into the more depressing or complicated things we either might read or have going on in our lives and that’s one of the big reasons why books are one of the great entertainment escapes. For a couple hours today, I might have been able to believe in magic and that there might be special people out there who care enough about each other and the world to accomplish great feats together. I might have been able to believe in true friendship, fairy creatures, and an almost adolescent genius boy who has changed from selling off the world’s treasures and rare species to someone who is trying to save the world in whatever ways he can.

And that’s really the point of writing, isn’t it? To show the readers worlds that don’t exist and help them believe in things they might not otherwise, even if it’s only for a few hours.

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Movie Review: The Hunger Games

Having been out of the loop for quite some time, the first movie I decided to go and see upon my return to the “civilized” world was the Hunger Games. Somehow during my travels, I was able to acquire and read a copy of the book by Suzanne Collins. The book was very well done and I didn’t even know there was a movie until I was on my way back from my travels and someone else mentioned it. So of course, I looked it up and decided to go see it. I wasn’t quite sure how they would make the movie, considering the book was very introspective from the point of view of Katniss, the main character.

I walked the mile down to the town center and found that the first showing of the day wasn’t sold out, so I went into the theater and found myself a nice seat near the middle. I noticed as I sat down an abundance of teenagers in the audience. I guess that’s what I get for going to the first showing on a Saturday. There was a particularly potent group sitting almost directly behind me and they chatted through all the good previews, like the Avengers, which I also hope to see when it comes out. The best part, though, was when the preview for the next Twilight movie started. The preview itself didn’t even show anything, but the teenage chicks behind me were like, “omigod, omigod, omigod!” in that really annoying, yet very loud high pitch squealing that only young teenage females can seem to make. I thought about turning around and saying something intelligent about necrophiliacs or pedophiles, but figured that any sort of derogatory comment concerning their obsession would most likely fall on deaf ears. It’s probably also best that I was at the movie alone, because I know that had I gone with a buddy of some sort, that group of teeny-boppers would have been on the receiving end of an endless stream of mockery.

The movie was very well done, but I have to say that having read the book so recently, there wasn’t really much suspense because I knew what was going to happen. I definitely think the movie did a good job of portraying the world-building. The citizens of the capital were clearly so far removed from the reality of life in the districts that it was two completely different societies. The casting was fantastic and I felt that each character was researched thoroughly before being cast, as evidenced by getting the body types and even the skin color matched between the book and the movie.

Overall, I think I might have gotten more out of the movie if the book wasn’t still so fresh in my mind. Both were quite good and I look forward to the sequels for both.

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Ending Research

This last year of my extended research trip has been a rather long one. I learned a lot and definitely have some great story ideas, including a new book in a new series that I think I have the experience to write well.

For the last year, I wrote 1,200 words every single night that went out to about 2.4 million people. That’s probably the largest audience I’ll ever have for my work and most of it required a good deal of creative flair as well as the ability to write for a variety of audiences with a variety of different tastes. Even though the words that I wrote every night were not exactly fiction, the exercise of my skills prepared me to challenge myself with my writing even more.

In theory, I have a couple of people who are going to help encourage and push me to get the next draft of my next book finished as quickly as possible, before all my hard-earned research fades into the back of my cluttered brain.

I’m not going to lie and say this past year of research was easy on me. It most certainly was not. I spent so long not in control of anything in my life that it’s a bit different to be back in a place where I again have free reign over everything in my life. I’m not really sure what kind of toll this will take on my writing as I work to get back into the groove of novel-writing. Before I returned, I had thought that I would be able to write something like 7,500 words a week and that would allow me to have a rough draft of my next book finished in something like 10-15 weeks. Now that I’m back here, though, I think it might be a much more realistic goal for me to write about 5,000 a week. Considering I just spent an entire year writing 1,200 words a night, 5,000 a week shouldn’t be an issue at all, but I think it will be a lot harder than I anticipate. Knowledge was earned, but experience fades quickly when faced with a world of intense possibilities.

It’s time to write again. I guess that’s one thing that can be said about the last year of my life – if nothing else, I have proven that I am stubborn enough to finish anything. Expect more entries here as I work on writing and reliving the most intense year of my life. To Write!

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Perpetuating Sexism

Sometimes, my work environment forces me as a writer to look at a lot of the things that make us who we are. A person, just like a character in a novel or story, isn’t just hatched. We’re built by thousands of tiny details created through the course of our entire lives, most of which we’re probably not even aware exist.

I came in to work and two men were discussing their children, which is normal for just about any work environment. I was a bit tired and cranky, and I only came in at what appeared to be the last part of their conversation. They both have young children under the ages of 7 and both have at least one son and one daughter. They discussed how they wanted their children to participate in other activities, which I applaud, but one of them made the comment about how he would probably put his daughter into gymnastics and his son into martial arts. Being tired and cranky, I mentioned to him that he was being remarkably sexist. He replied with a comment about how it’s his choice what his kids do and I snapped back that maybe it ought to be their choice.

The whole conversation got me thinking about the little attitudes that we as a society perpetuate that only increase our behavior, and how you would have to take every small nuance of what makes us who we are into account when creating characters for stories. Character is in the details, the sense that you can build something major with a bunch of little parts. If you go to the ice rink in Minnesota, you’ll see most of the little boys wearing hockey skates and most of the little girls wearing figure skates. You walk down the toy isles in any retail stores and you find each aisle is themed, especially the dreaded “pink” aisle. Sometimes, there’s more than one pink isle, but these are the aisles I avoid because I’ve never been a fan of pink and also because it’s filled with society’s unrealistic expectations of the behavior we want our young daughters to emulate. But then there’s more of a “dark blue” isle where you’ll find the action figures, which are really just dolls designed for boys.

It’s probably a good idea for me to mention at this time that I don’t have any children, nor do I ever intend on having children. I brought up the conversation with the two guys I work with to another woman at work and I expressed my thoughts that it would probably be beneficial for young children, regardless of gender, to participate in both gymnastics and martial arts. Her response was that if you let your daughter do martial arts when she is little, that she’ll be more butch and she wanted her daughters to be princesses. I would think, given all that I know about the world around me, that you would want to prepare any and all of your children to actually deal with the real world as they grow up, not just be a victim of someone else’s whims.

It seems to me that by teaching our daughters to be princesses, we’re really just teaching them how to be attractive to other people, and how to be spoiled and entitled. The historic role of a princess is to look beautiful to attract the eye of a handsome, charming, dashing, and courageous prince so that the princess and prince can get married so she could bear him male heirs. And this is what we as a society are still instilling in our next generations. Instead of wanting our daughters to not wind up in a human trafficking ring, we are encouraging them to believe that if they are pretty enough, a nice man will come along, marry them, and they’ll never have to do anything again.

I write horror. The real world and the world of my stories is not a very nice place. I sometimes describe my job by saying that I have seen the best and worst that humanity has to offer – usually at the same time. I have seen men who treat everyone in their family as property and abuse them all, physically, emotionally, and mentally. I have seen true families in the same land with the same hardships love each other dearly and sacrifice everything, including their lives, to save their spouses and children. I would think that any advantage you could give to your children to provide them the physical skills, mental discipline, and moral courage would be sought after to give your children the best advantages.

I have to admit that I don’t really understand this behavior at all. I guess I was just remarkably lucky that my parents raised me to be me and have always been supportive of me no matter what kind of crazy stuff captured my interest. I think my parents worked hard to make sure that my brothers and I were allowed to follow our hearts instead of attempting to make us into a mold decided by them.

When creating characters for novels or other stories, we as writers must know every detail about how our characters were raised and how the unspoken details would affect their ability to function inside the society in the worlds we create. Most of the heroes and heroines in the stories I tend to read for enjoyment do not function well within the boundaries of societies such as ours, which is perhaps what makes them into the heroes of the story. Behavioral and societal disagreements are part of what creates interesting conflict in a story, but is frustrating when presented in our actual world. I would have hoped we would be beyond these perpetual behaviors by now, but that’s just not how the world really works. I guess that’s just another reason I’m a writer so that I can create different societies and then prove the faults of those as well, because no system is perfect.

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Book Review: Vermin and Pages by Scott A. Johnson

I finally managed to read Vermin (Horror 342 pages) and Pages, the first two books in the Stanley Cooper Chronicles, by Scott A. Johnson this week. These books have been on my list of things I’ve wanted to read for a quite some time and it was refreshing to finally have the resources to read them. I’m going to do my best to write my review without providing any spoilers for those who haven’t read them.

The absolute best part about Stanley Cooper is that he’s not a hero. He’s not some gorgeous, modelesque, smart, witty hero who goes dashing into the fray with every weapon known to man. He’s an average guy, who describes himself as kind of short and dumpy who winds up running away from things. Most of the time he spends running, he hates it and his internal dialogue tries to convince him that maybe he should try that jogging thing more often, especially if he’s going to wind up being chased by all sorts of nasty things. The point I’m going for here is that Stanley is human. He’s afraid of things and he spends a lot of time not knowing what to do, but knowing that he has to do something.

It’s been a long time since I was anywhere near a bookstore, library, or any other house of books, but when I was last in one, it seemed to me that a good portion of the books on the shelves involved heroes or heroines who were already powerful. There are books about vampire hunters and magic-users and a whole slew of people who already know what they’re doing, and even if they didn’t, you know they’d find the firepower to save the whole world. Stanley, on the other hand, gets in trouble and seems to have a destructive pattern that the bubonic plague might envy. He doesn’t just shrug off the deaths of others – it affects him strongly. He grieves and feels guilty because he gets caught up in things that are way over his head. He winds up in the hospital and in jail. He makes huge mistakes and gets tired, hungry, and frustrated.

I like stories about people who are human. This goes even back to my comic book days where I always preferred Marvel over DC because it always seemed to me like DC heroes all started out special. Superman was from another planet, Batman was born rich, etc., where Spider-Man was bitten, Daredevil was stricken blind, any of the mutants all came into their power during their teenage years, Captain America was a patriot who underwent experimentation in order to become a soldier, all normal people who had to learn how to deal with the extraordinary. Just like Stanley.

The stories were both well-written and motivated a variety of emotions, which is what every writer strives to do. If you develop an emotional response or an emotional attachment between the readers and the text, the readers will have a more difficult time putting the book down or moving on to other tasks. A lot of the descriptions involving the decay of the smaller town around Pittsburgh filled me with a sense of sorrow for days in the past. It seems to me as though the more we progress technologically, the more of ourselves we lose. The places Stanley visits are remnants of people’s lives, of better times, and these books are so expertly written that I felt frustrated and sorry for the way our lives are today. I thought about the time in history where you knew the names of all your neighbors and spent time shopping in their stores, where local communities provided for each other. Then the death toll in those areas already run down and abandoned went up as Stanley and his friends fled through them, chased by two different beasties in the two different books. It made me feel even a little worse for those areas because it seems like the only people who would still be in those areas would only have stayed where they were out of love or economy. And then their love and dedication were rewarded by being torn apart, eaten, or turned into a zombie.

From sorrow, I moved into the horror realm, where the bad guys in these books provide you with a few of the ways you don’t want to die. Both of the main nasties provide ways for people to lose themselves and become hazardous to others. I really liked that this looks at the classical view of zombies, where it’s not some virus that man created, but rather that someone rather bad took control of your death, sucked your energy out, used your body to torment your friends, made your soul watch, and then made your soul blink out of existence completely. That’s one of the worst ways to go that I can currently think of – not just to die, but to watch yourself cause injury to those you love.

One of the other selling points to the books is that none of the characters are stereotypes. Not only is Stanley completely human, but so are Maggie and the collection of other characters that turn up in the books. Maggie is an open, honest woman who wears sweatpants to be comfortable. She’s happy exactly as she is, but she also isn’t perfect by a long shot. She’s powerful and knows her craft very well, but she doesn’t know everything and has to ask Evergreen for help. She doesn’t cruise around in tight leather clothes, wearing stilettos, and waving around weapons she has no ability to use.

As for the bad guys, they’re really nasty. The more I think about it, the more I’m pretty sure that there is a lot of potential for Stanley to be in a lot of trouble considering that some of bad guys aren’t destroyed completely. Overall, I definitely like the series so far and will read the next one as soon as I am capable.

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Movie Review: The Three Musketeers

Not having too many pressures on my time, I went to see the new Three Musketeers. I’m not really sure if I had any expectations of this movie, having only seen a few previews that had action, cannons, swords, and random explosions. It looked at least mildly amusing and filled with enough violence to keep me entertained.

I was wrong.

I guess it helps that I didn’t really have any expectations, but I really wasn’t impressed with the movie. There wasn’t anything new. I think the costumes were very nicely done and I was intrigued by the airships, but I don’t feel like it moved fast enough for me to be invested in the story. Plus, I already knew the story pretty well so there weren’t any huge revelations. I’m not sure if I would have gotten more out of it if I hadn’t seen like eight different versions of this story in the past decade.

I did like that most of the main characters were ones I don’t really recall having seen before and that the “big name” actors and actresses were all unexpected characters. And the action scenes really were fun to watch and well done. Maybe there could have been more of them and it might have moved the story along a little bit faster?

It’s funny, but I’ve been gone from the movie scene  for quite a few months and there’s really nothing coming out that I just can’t wait to see. I feel disinterested in most movies coming out these days. I did enjoy the preview for The Darkest Hour, but I didn’t catch when that would be coming out. Probably at a time when I won’t be able to watch it. Overall, maybe I’m just over-exposed to movies and they all feel the same these days and I would say that the new Three Musketeers is a good movie to watch at home when I’m working on other projects but need something on in the background.

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Movie Review: I Spit On Your Grave

So it’s been a bit since I did a movie review, and I Spit On Your Grave was something I watched over a month ago because everyone else that I work with watched it and kept talking about it. So I watched it. And here’s my disclaimer – this was not a happy movie, and I’m going to give away a lot of what happens so if you haven’t seen it and you want to be surprised or unpleasant movies make you squirm, you may not want to read the rest of my comments. You were warned.

I knew the basics about this movie because one of the guys I work with had part of it up on his screen while I was near his desk and also because two of the guys I worked with talked a little bit about what happens. I knew there was going to be a rape in there and I figured it would be graphic, but that’s not really where the movie starts. The movie starts with a fairly attractive woman stopping at a gas station and asking for directions to an isolated cabin she rented for a couple months. There are a few guys there who do pretty good impressions of small-town guys with the lack of real social skills and a big inkling for alcohol. She blows off their terrible pick-up lines and mostly obvious drool and even manages to insult the “manly-man-leader-of-the-pack” type.

We find out for the first part of the movie that the woman is a writer and she rented the cabin so she could have some peace and quiet without distractions to work on her next book. The cabin is pretty nice with a small pond out front and good trees. It’s out of the way and surrounded by trees and extremely isolated. I have to admit that my ideal retirement after I finish my current career involves a cabin in the middle of nowhere where I can just read and write all day and be a full-time author. So I very much understand the appeal of getting away from everything in order to write. Unfortunately, it goes quite badly in this movie.

The movie goes on to show the local boys drinking out in the woods and talking about the chick in the cabin and then getting all worked up about how she’s just a city girl who thinks she’s better than everyone else. They come up with this idea to prove that she’s just a piece of trash. They assault her in the cabin and they’ve got a gun, which tends to be very motivational for most people. She manages to get away and runs into the local sheriff who is on a hunting excursion with the old guy who rented her the cabin. She goes back to the cabin with him to try and show him the bad guys and get his help in dealing with him.

And then the sheriff turns out to be a bad guy. This is one of the things that the horror genre often likes to play with by giving the main character a symbol of hope and then rubbing it in your face that the more you depend on things you think will be good and helpful, the more you’ll regret it. It turns out that this sheriff is pretty shady and together, they all force a mentally challenged guy to rape the main character first, even though he doesn’t want to, but it’s for his own good, right? So they abuse her and rape her and leave her out in the woods.

Here’s one of my points of contention with this whole story and society in general. We see her in various stages of undressed and even totally naked, but we never see any of the guys because it’s still some sort of modern issue where it’s okay to show nude females, but not nude males. So I’m not really sure what the people who made this movie were saying because eventually, she gets away from them as they try to kill her and she does some extremely messed up stuff to them, including stripping the main guy down and cutting off his dick with pruning shears, but you don’t actually see it. She also holds one of the guys eyes open and rubs fish guts in his eyes so the birds come and eat them, as well as setting up a vat of acid to eat another guy’s face. All the guys died pretty graphically and very creatively. I guess the moral is don’t mess with writers because our brains tend to be very creative places.

I’m not really sure why the guys in my office like this movie so much. I’d have to say that I wasn’t overly impressed. I mean, granted, it took a really traumatic and horrific subject (rape) and added some really graphic revenge ways to die, but I’d have to say that it’s probably a movie I’ll never need to watch again. The guys in my office watch it over and over again and I’m not really sure why. I didn’t really get the adrenaline of not knowing what was happening or having lots of tension building throughout the movie. Would I classify this as horror? Maybe. Although it did show some of the more scary monsters, that of humans who convince themselves that what they’re doing is the right thing, but I’m not really sure it held the tension the way it could have. It did have a high and graphic body count, but I felt like it was missing something that would have made me more emotionally involved. It was definitely cringe-worthy in several instances, but mostly it made me wish that more women carried their own guns.

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Beyond Exhausted

The idea of any writer is to push their characters above and beyond their perceived ability to deal with the world they live in. When you’re doing character development on your characters, learning about them and their personalities, you try and find that one thing that your character would never do and then somehow find a way to force them to confront that situation. Can you push your character that far? Can you create a believable story where your character develops so much that when that moment of truth presents itself to them, after you’ve battered and abused them beyond the point of reason or sensibility, will the readers believe that they’re finally willing to do that one last thing that they would have never done before the story occurred?

I can think of several examples of this in some of the reoccurring series I read. David Weber’s Honor Harrington books started out with Honor Harrington’s first command and the character disavows politics only to find herself a key political figure as the series continues. She said early on that she would never like or understand politics, and yet she becomes a trusted political advisor. The transition is so gradual through the books, and Harrington’s character goes through so much that the progress is believable and a logical progression for her development. Carrie Vaughn’s Kitty Norville series starts out with a very passive, follow-the-pack character who becomes the leader of her local pack through a series of events that forces her to push herself and do the right thing. When Norville finally becomes the pack leader and constantly gets put into a situation where she must defend her pack from enemies she doesn’t even understand, her character development has been so strong that you still see echoes of where she came from in a lot of her solutions to the problems that face her pack.

I believe that every genre faces this turning point for their characters. In romance, it could be the pivotal moment where the main characters finally realize they are perfect for each other. In horror, it’s the moment when the main character does exactly what the antagonist did first – that moment when she chops up the man who murdered her into tiny little pieces and feeds those pieces to her ex-boyfriend who watched the rape and did nothing. In young adult, it’s the moment when the main character realizes that all the bullies were wrong about them and that they are special and can do amazing things.

So what does it take to find out how much your character can take before you finally find that one extra step? In an earlier post, I spoke at length about how to make your characters suffer. It’s all about physical, emotional, and mental abuse. This is made much easier when you then exhaust your character. People who are exhausted make mistakes – sometimes big ones. It’s harder to think when you’re beyond exhausted. It’s harder to do simple things. It’s easier to hallucinate and create comic moments for your characters at entertaining times.

I’ve read a lot of books where unconsciousness becomes a lazy way for a lot of writers to do some sort of scene switch. One of the first drafts of my novel actually had my character getting beaten up fairly solidly on a regular basis, but she also then demonstrated the signs and symptoms of attempting to focus with massive head trauma. It’s harder than you’d think. Your cognitive functions slow and basic things that you know should make sense simply don’t. Your body doesn’t move the way you think it should. Exhaustion is somewhat similar.

So while you’re looking for ways to push your character to their breaking point, you might also consider exhaustion and how that will affect your character’s ability to make the correct decisions. Or perhaps what happens after your character has passed their breaking point and done that one thing they swore they would never do, and look at the exhaustion that would come after that pivotal moment in their life.

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Thought Prompt #1: Economics

I posed the question: What are some of the potential economic ramifications of the U.S. Government passing a bill that does not pay U.S. military active duty retirement benefits after twenty years of service until the veteran reaches 65 years of age? To which, I received several comments about possible ramifications, including “Mandatory military service instead of the current system of voluntary service….”, “a military full of people who don’t give a shit because ‘what’s in it for me after all I’ve sacrificed?'”, and “as for economics sounds like a horrible downward spiral.”

The reason I asked this questions is to get writerly brains like mine thinking about world-building. You might ask what economics has to do with writing, especially something as sensitive as the pay of soldiers who volunteer their lives and their freedom in order to protect their country. Here are my thoughts on that.

Every writer, no matter the genre or the timeframe, must create entire societies. Even if you write romance, urban fantasy, horror, or stories that are based in the real world which we all live in, you still have to build a society for your characters to live in. Think about it – your lead female character in your romance novel has to have the ability to get food and fancy clothes from somewhere. Even if she’s the typical trapped damsel in distress, perhaps it’s her family that has the money, or she’s a prostitute and that’s how she earns her keep. Regardless of whether you can see it or not, money plays a part in her world. Either the abundance or the absence creates her world.

So now that you’ve got an idea of how money can affect small aspects of a character’s world, think about what kind of society you would start to build if you stopped paying or providing for the soldiers in your created world. I’m going to use the current U.S. economics situation as an example of how we, as writers, can use the world around us to improve our written worlds.

Towns and cities near military installations tend to be very financially stable, with a lot of room for growth. You’re more likely to find a plethora of different restaurants, electronics stores, car shops, and other places that cater to people who have a dedicated paycheck and want to spend their money on entertainment purposes. By creating stable sources of revenue for the local stores, the employees at the local stores can feel free to use their money to invest, provide for their families, and also invest in entertainment and a higher standard of living. This also increases construction and development throughout the area, as people will want to live there because there are jobs nearby.

So what happens if you take that away? All the construction goes away, the jobs fizzle, and go away. And I’ll leave you to ponder what that can do to the society and the character’s lives.

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