Believe it or not, this video has given me a far greater understanding of and sympathy to fanfic.
Thing is, it’s not about fanfic at all, but about an amazing cognitive shift. Please do watch it. It’s fantastic.
Swim today. You know how not all workouts feel glorious?
This one did feel wonderful. I had my groove on. Other than counting laps, I didn’t think about anything while I was swimming. Usually I work out stuff I’m going to write, or try to chew on a problem to see if I can solve it. Today, because I’m teaching a class in Word, I had to get my swim in quite early in the morning. I don’t think my brain had turned on yet, even if the sun was up.
I shared a lane with a guy who likes to do pullups on the starting blocks at the end of every few laps. I notice that’s a popular thing for some swimmers to do. Tempted to try it to see if I can. With the support of starting half in the water, it might be possible. And fun, if I manage it. I doubt I’ll make that much of a part of my swimming routine, though, other than variety.
I had a good class yesterday. The students were interested and involved. God, I love it when that happens. I suspect part of it was that I really like that particular class (Advanced Excel). It’s moderately geeky, and there’s more room to play and explore than with the other classes.
What was really nice was that I think I’ve convinced one of my students to experiment more. Every time he’d ask, “What’ll happen if I do <foo>?” I’d reply, “Try it.”
Sometimes it was because I didn’t know, honestly. But sometimes it was because I really like to get my students into the habit of exploring.
Today I’m teaching Intermediate Word. For me, it’s not as exciting a class. I mean, I like it well enough, and it’s a nice change from endlessly teaching Excel (which is the bulk of what I do for teaching). But it’s kind of routine unless I get a group for whom the material is somehow exciting. Then it’s a lot of fun, but that’s true of any class.
‘Course, any teacher will now tell me that figuring out a way to generate excitement and enthusiasm up front is the way to go with this. And they’d be right! There are some games I sometimes come up with that even the adults like. I’ve used one where every time I misuse a term and a student spots it, they get a point. Believe it or not, this gets them paying attention. You’d think it wouldn’t but it does. I came up with it one day when I taught after being up all night in the hospital with a child. It was for me to stay focused, but it generated some interest for the class, and the mutual focus wound up making it an excellent class.
My job is to learn stuff and tell people about it — more or less, anyway.
When I was a young kid, the professions I fantasized about (Paleontologist and Marine Biologist) certainly had that quality to a degree.
Between the ages of 12 and 15 or so, I wanted to be an actor.
During all of that — say from the time I was 12, I was also writing. I didn’t think of it so much in terms of work. I just… did it. It just felt natural to put thoughts on paper and play with them until they communicated something.
The first “serious” piece I wrote was a script for the Dukes of Hazzard. It was bad. Okay, no…it wasn’t bad. It was appalling. I tried some ten years later to write a script for Star Trek: The Next Generation. My husband at the time still has flashbacks from having to live with me through that.
Not long after that, I got a job — a work for hire deal, writing a manual on how to open a business. I remember clearly writing it and being scared because it was “too quirky” and was wondering if it would work or if I’d piss off my client. This was before the “For Dummies” manuals became as popular as they are, but it was written in that chatty style. In school, I always got fussed at for turning in chatty work. (I know, you can’t write like that academically!) But I used to get mad because it felt right somehow when I would write it. I really wish one of my teachers had pulled me aside and explained that chatty had its genuine and real place.
He liked it.
Why I didn’t pursue that at the time, I do not know. Part of it was that I wanted to write fiction. Honestly? I’m a hell of a lot better at non-fiction — teaching someone how to do something or poking at an illogical thought directly.
I wish I knew why. It kind of depresses me. I feel like Salieri when I read really good, moving epic pieces. And I don’t write epic well.
Maybe I oughta take a page from John Varley’s writing style. He makes it work. I just don’t see how I could write Stoneflower from a first person perspective and make it work.
The first novel I ever wrote was in the style of Heinlein’s Number of the Beast — shifting first person. It was easier to write, but I don’t think there’s any way in hell I could live some of the characters in Stoneflower for the time required to write them first person.
Just got back from my swim for today.
I skipped yesterday because I was going to be on my feet all day teaching and I figured I didn’t want to be too tired.
Feh. I’m sorry I chose that. Not that it’s not possible to get too tired. It is. Not that is it not sometimes wise to pick and choose daily activities to keep from overtaxing yourself. It is. But I was tired and spazzed last night, and I think that if I’d gotten up and taken my swim, I just would have been tired.
The simple fact of the matter is that when I swim most days, I am clearer-headed and have calmer energy throughout the day.
I don’t swim to get skinny. I’ve been swimming for a year and a half and I ain’t skinny, nor even “not overweight”.
I swim because A) It feels good and B) I’m clear-headed and relaxed after one.
I did have a long and exhausting day yesterday, and had promised myself I was going to work from bed all day, only leaving it to swim.
Changed my mind and moved to my writin’ chair after my swim today. It’s a sunny day, my living room has lots of windows and I propose to enjoy it while I work. Also, wanna bake some bread and I’d rather be working where I can actually hear the kitchen timer. I think it felt like some sort of mental dissonance to be working in bed once I got dressed.
