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Found Poetry in un-Altered Books

Last year’s found poetry experiment required altered books (Post 1 on Brain Popcorn, Post 2 on Sea Dreams).  This year, inspired by the remarkable photopoetry of Nina Katchadourian (see her Sorted Books Project and accompanying book), I decided to mine my own shelves for poetic assemblages of titles.  Unsurprisingly, there was a lot of epic sword-and-castle type imagery, both historic and fantastic.  And also dragons, though I’m still working on making some of those titles into a fluid poem.

Here, then, are two poems for you from my bookshelves!

"How to live on bread and music/I hope you dance/A Thousand Mornings/At the end of the open road" Bookspine poem by Meg Winikates
“How to live on bread and music/I hope you dance/A Thousand Mornings/At the end of the open road” Bookspine poem by Meg Winikates
sword song poem by meg
“The last kingdom/Beat to Quarters/Sword Song/The Subtle Knife/Victory/I capture the castle” a bookspine poem by Meg Winikates

Check out other great visual constructions of poetry over on my interdisciplinary museum blog, Brain Popcorn, here: Poetry Constructions

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A Good Month for Writing

March is over, I’m back from vacation, my taxes are filed, and it’s National Poetry Month (not to mention another round of Camp Nano)–clearly, April is meant to be a good month for writing.  I actually have several projects on the front burners (going to need a bigger mental stove…), but until I have news about those, I thought I’d share one of the fun writing exercises from this week’s writers’ group meeting.

I love words: big words, unusual words, musical words, things that ring with the sounds of the cultures they came from and things that flow trippingly off the tongue like an ee cummings poem.  I do not ever, under any circumstances, endeavor to write like Hemingway.

Ernest Hemingway's house on Key West, which I happened to see while on vacation last week.  Photo by  Andreas Lamecker, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons. Click for link to museum website.
Ernest Hemingway’s house on Key West, which I happened to see while on vacation last week. Photo by Andreas Lamecker, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons. Click for link to museum website.

Until this week’s challenge was “Write a scene using only words of one syllable.”

The universe clearly wanted to deny me my participles.  This was so much harder than I expected!  Hearing everyone’s results read aloud was great, though–some people actually wrote poems, others sounded poetic.  I feel like an insistence on such short beats in my own writing makes even the most expressive reader sound like one of those robotic voiceovers, but judge for yourself!


 

“Is this the way to Fraggle Rock?”

It was dank and gross down here, with hints of sound that made Beth jump and Dan scrunch his nose and hitch his bag up his arms with nerves.  I thought it was fun, but those two knew I was weird years back.  They were friends with me still, so I guessed I was fine in the end.  I hoped they would think my find was as cool as I did.  I shone the light right at it and watched it suck it up like a black hole.

“It’s a hole,” Beth said with a sniff.  “A hole in the wall.  So what?”

Dan looked at it and walked a few steps more.  His light was on it too.

“There should be dirt here,” he scuffed the floor in front of it.  “Or mouse tracks or a bunch of bricks.  It’s just black.  Do you see roots out there?  Or rocks?”

Beth hid all but her head  in Dan’s shade.  “No,” she said.  “I can’t see much at all.”

“That’s ’cause it’s a worm hole to a strange world,” I grinned.

“Is not.” Beth scowled.  “Must be a bear cave or some such thing.”

“No rocks, no dirt, no tracks.” Dan said once more.

“So….” I drawled.  “Who’s with me?”

Beth shook her head.  “I’ll hold your light, if you want.  That’s it.”

Dan looked at the tool bench on the next wall.  “I think you’ll want the rope,” he said.  “So we can pull you back.”

Beth was five feet max and he was six, but I was the weight of them both at once.  Dan was the smart one of us, for sure.

“Deal,” I shook his hand and grabbed the rope.  When I passed him the end  not tied at my waist he grasped me by the arm.

“Be–” he said, and I stopped him.

“I will,” I said.  “See you on the flip side, man.”

“Dork,” he said.  And pushed me through.

– – – –
I felt like I fell for a year, but I think it could have been ten.  Or just a sec, but dark and the rush of air are not friends to time.  When I hit the bed I sure yelped, though, like a poked bear.  The girl yelped too – and then she hit me with a book, or maybe it was a lamp.

All I knew was, it hurt.  And I had been right about the worm hole.


How about you?  What do you say happens next to the intrepid narrator in words of only one syllable?

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Submissions feel like chocolate cake tastes

2014 is off to a good start!

For those of you who actually click through to my whole blog, you’ll have noticed that we have a spruced up theme for the new year, complete with a breathtaking family photo from Cape Breton’s Cabot Trail for inspiration.

It’s also been a good year for progress on assorted writing projects.  Aside from the 30ish letters sent this past month which included progress on my collaborative Modern Epistolary Novel Project, I’ve workshopped 20ish pages of Dragon’s Midwife with my writers’ group, and got some useful feedback that I’m eager to get back to, as soon as I finish those last few tricky climactic scenes in the first draft.  (Does anyone else have trouble beating up on their favorite characters? I do!)

And finally, I also submitted a flash fiction piece to Three Minute Futures, which was good fun.  Brevity is not my natural inclination, so a story in under 600 words was a great exercise.  Results come out in early April.

Plans for March include finishing the Dragon’s Midwife draft and starting revisions.  Hoping to have a nice thick binder of material to scribble all over on the plane to Florida!

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Month of Letters Update

To my favorite Took
To my favorite Took

Earlier in the  month I mentioned that I’d signed up to participate in A Month of Letters, and it’s been a very enjoyable experience.  I’ve had a lot of fun with all the variation possible in this challenge – hand making cards, using my old-fashioned pens &  inkwells, picking out fun valentines, and using stationery I’ve been hoarding.  Not to mention hunting out new mailboxes and buying fun stamps.  Did you know that the USPS currently has Harry Potter stamps?  They’re awesome. (Also, it turns out that there are an awful lot of sci-fi/fantasy letter writing fiends. There are Whovians and more all over the Lettermo forums!)

USPS Harry Potter stamps, subset
USPS Harry Potter stamps, subset

Challenges like this are theoretically all about the numbers (though this one has the added bonus of really fun correspondence to read!), so here are my numbers for the month:

_4_ international letters

_3_ letters with enclosed surprises

_21_ hand made cards (valentines, mostly!)

_2_ postcards

_3_ Austen-style letters, written with a dip pen and sealed with wax

_2_ fan letters

_2_ birthday cards

_1_ wedding congratulations

_2_ thank you notes

_6_ replies to correspondence from friends and Lettermo participants

_2_ new pen pals

_5_ valentines I didn’t make by hand

_3_ letters by fictional characters (counting one still to be finished)

Teeny valentines for coworkers and friends
Teeny valentines for coworkers and friends

One of my favorites was taking author Mary Robinette Kowal up on her offer to write to one of her characters.  I had a blast borrowing names from further up the family tree and writing as an amateur glamourist traveling on the Grand Tour.  I can’t wait to see what Lady Jane Vincent says in return!

Curious? My letter went something like this:

Sunday 16th February, 1817
 
To Lady Jane Vincent
Dear Madam,
 
I hope you will forgive the presumption I have made in writing to you without an introduction or mutual acquaintance, but I found I simply must express my deep admiration and near boundless curiosity about your remarkable work with glamour. 
 
My name is Miss Margaret Carter, of Boston, Massachusetts.  Being fortunate enough to have parents who deem travel imperative for a lady to be considered accomplished, I have been touring Great Britain and the Continent with my cousin, Miss Millicent Townsend, as extensively as events have allowed.  Though I am myself but a garden variety artist – a lily of the valley, perhaps, quite far from an heirloom rose or tulip varietal – I can appreciate exemplary work when I see it.  Your work on the Prince Regent’s underwater mural quite took my breath away when Minnie and I had the opportunity to view it.  I could almost believe we were standing in a glass dome under the waves while the fish performed a gavotte around us. 
Until such marvels are possible, which I sincerely hope they may be one day, the work you and your husband do stands in most admirably. 
 
And here we come to my curiosity, which I hope you do not find burdensome to satisfy.  First, what manner of study did you need to undertake to portray the light and movement underwater?  For the fish at the market look nothing like their living counterparts, and a set of scientific prints is equally dead.  And secondly, might I inquire as to the kind of knotwork you employed for their schooling?  I have been attempting a small sort of glamural that incorporates moving lines of poetry, but have yet to make the words scroll as I wish, and would appreciate some hint in that direction if it is not a secret between Sir Vincent and yourself. 
 
My thanks for the time and attention you have already given to a stranger, and please accept my best wishes for the success of your future artistic endeavours.
 
Regards,

Margaret Carter

 

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Highlights from Boskone

Between holidays, snow, and work commitments, this was maybe  not the ideal weekend to go to a sci-fi/fantasy convention.  I went anyway.  Last year was my first con ever, and much as I had an immensely enjoyable time at Arisia, I’d heard Boskone had a lot going for it as well, so that was this year’s adventure in geekery. (So far.  It’s only February, after all.)

"Snow Drops" by Patricia McCracken, my favorite artist find from this year's Boskone. Click for source (and to order her lovely prints!)
“Snow Drops” by Patricia McCracken, my favorite artist find from this year’s Boskone. Click for source (and to order her lovely prints!)

One of the selling points of Boskone is the chance to have a close encounter with some pretty big names in the world of sci-fi and fantasy writing, and when I saw that this year’s guests of honor included Jane Yolen and Seanan McGuire, I was definitely sold.  I do, after all, have that thing about meeting your literary heroes, and I’ve been a fan of Yolen’s basically since I learned to read.  Though I only started reading McGuire’s Rosemary and Rue this week, I’ve been following her on Twitter and Tumblr for a while and have a lot of respect for the way she interacts with her fans and the way she stands up for inclusion and respect in geek culture.

Despite having an abbreviated stay at Boskone due to weather et al, I had a fabulous time.  It was as inspiring and entertaining as I hoped, and the worst part was that there were way more events I wanted to attend than I had time for.  These are some of my favorite moments from the weekend:

  • “Finish It!” panel on ways to cope with and defeat everything that gets between you and finishing your novel: best tips included setting yourself manageable goals like ‘write non-stop until the end of the playlist,’ and making sure to ‘touch base’ with your novel every day, even if that means writing up bits of background for minor characters or historical elements to your world instead of advancing the main story.  (With the bonus that you might get a short story or another book out of those extra elements later!)
  • “The Evolving Role of Heroes” panel on what’s beyond Joseph Campbell: lots of great questions raised about heroes outside the Eurocentric hetero male model.  Author Greer Gillman talked about how many of the female hero stories centered less on the ‘zero to hero’ trope and more on the idea of finding a way out of restrictive circumstances (labyrinths, castles overseen by older, dangerous people), finding a solution to a problem (and often rescuing a clueless boy as a side-project).  Others talked about how all heros’ journeys are about self-discovery–but some are about following the steps to taking power (Aragorn), and others are about being forced out of one’s comfort zone for the greater good (Frodo).  There was also a fun discussion of alien cultures and what would heroism look like in a collective society, what would our concepts of heroes look like to them, etc.
  • “The Light Fantastic” and “Humor in SF” panels each focused on recommending and supporting the happier, more humorous side of sf/f, and on the defense of escapism and humor as a teaching tool and cover for topics that are actually harder to take on in drama.  Bruce Coville was particularly entertaining in the SF panel, and in between admitting to having an 8 year old’s sense of humor and telling body humor jokes, handed out some great advice about emotional pacing and build-up (“three and a topper”), pleas for wit over thin parody, and ‘cute and fuzzy humor with teeth.’  Plus I got a list of new authors to check out, bonus.
  • Interview with Seanan McGuire pretty much had me laughing the entire way.  Not a lot of focus on writing technique, etc, but who knew reptile and raven rescue stories could be so funny?
  • Discussion group with Joshua Bilmes, literary agent, who took the time to answer lots of questions about networking, the search for an agent, what to look for in an agent, and to dispel myths about needing short story credits to query for a novel, etc.
  • Tea and Coffee with Jane Yolen! 45 minutes at a table with Yolen and 9 other people, in which I did not make a blithering idiot of myself and asked a few relatively intelligent questions about the market for recast fairy tales, got to hear about some of her new projects, her opinions on how authors should or should not try to tie in with the Common Core, and all kinds of other fascinating stuff.  I didn’t take notes because it was an informal conversation, but she was warm and funny and just so incredibly cool.  Definitely the summit of my con experience.

In short, chances are good I’ll be going back next year.

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A Month by the Pen

R2D2 mailbox from the 30th anniversary of Star Wars.  Photographed in Boston by David Heiniluoma, Jr.
R2D2 mailbox from the 30th anniversary of Star Wars. Photographed in Boston by David Heiniluoma, Jr.

Despite the eternal frustration that is slow postal delivery to my neighborhood in Salem, I really love getting snail mail.  There’s something really exciting about opening up the box and seeing a postcard or a letter that a digital inbox just doesn’t convey.  Maybe that makes me a temporal leftover, but apparently there are a lot of people that feel the same way, one of whom is an author I admire, Mary Robinette Kowal, whose Glamourist Histories I read with great glee.

A few years ago, she started the Month of Letters challenge, wherein participants mail one piece of actual mail every day that the post office is open, for the entire month of February.  It corresponds (ha!) perfectly with a month in which one would potentially be sending valentines anyway, and is a nice manageable month if one isn’t running February school vacation week programming.  (Which I am, but oh well.)  This year, she upped the game by offering to write a character letter back to anyone who wrote to either of her two main characters from the Austen-era Glamourist Histories, and that’s what made me decide to go for it.  I probably won’t manage a letter/postcard/package a day, but there are a few people with whom I do keep up a written correspondence, and I’ve owed a few of them letters anyway (looking at you, Devlin!).  Because who can turn down the opportunity for a letter from Jane, Lady Vincent?  Not I.

(This is a brilliant idea, by the way, and crazy generous of her time and attention.  I’m impressed.)

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So if you’d like a letter/note/postcard/light shippable curiosity from me, drop me a line here and let me know!  (If I don’t have your address already, you can leave it in the comments, which will be screened so it doesn’t go public.)

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Roma Eterna: Alternate Histories, and Missing Ones

There are benefits to being stuck on the couch with a virus: my favorite is the permission to take a few consecutive hours to read, without feeling guilty about not doing something else (there’s always something else).  So today I finished Roma Eterna by Robert Silverberg.  It’s been sitting on my to-read shelf for a while, because who can turn down a book that wonders what would have happened if the Roman Empire never fell?

Not me, that’s for sure.  I love a good alternate history.  (Alternate historical fantasy too, but that’s a whole ‘nother blog post.)

roma_eterna_coverI haven’t read any other Silverberg to my knowledge, but I recognized the name and I’m always looking to get to like an author that’s new to me.  So that plus five years of studying Latin and a fondness for speculative fiction meant I was geared up for a really good read.

And I mostly got it.  Once I got in the habit of subtracting 750 years or so from all the chapter heading dates so that I could compare the alternate timeline to this reality’s history, there were some really fun comparisons and contrasts to be drawn.  Would certain events still happen, and if so, when?  Discovery/attempted conquering of the New World, exploration of the islands in the Pacific, trade agreements with Asia, those are all practically givens given what we know of the Roman Empire’s sense of manifest destiny.  But what about movements towards alternate forms of government, huge sociopolitical upheavals on the models of the French or Russian revolutions?  What about attempts towards independence?  Development of certain major world religions?  Minds like Leonardo daVinci or Einstein?  And is there a way to measure which of these historical paths is ‘better?’  And better for whom?

Do you sense a trend in these questions at all?  Because I did, and much as I enjoyed Silverberg’s well-researched and imaginative answers to them, there were entire swathes of stories I felt were *completely missing.*

Let me give you a hint: in eleven chapters, told by eleven different narrators at different eras in this expanded ‘eternal Rome,’ there was one female narrator, living in Venice, mostly interested in contemplating how willing she was to be seduced by the newest Roman proconsul, or was she more interested in being the one doing the seducing.  Aside from offering a ‘provincial’ point of view, she influenced the narrative not at all, barely witnessing the events of the era, let alone being part of them.  There were maybe two or three other female characters of any note in the whole book, seen primarily through the lens of their desirability to the narrators.

In a book spanning approximately 2,000 years of history.

Should I have been surprised?  Probably not.  Original copyright on my edition said 1989, male author, clearly more interested in telling a story about how the delayed development of Judaism was a key factor in the stagnation of the world.  (Now, that ending I was surprised by, but I can go with it, at least to a point.) Invisible privilege is a thing, and I guess I’d rather believe the author was oblivious than that he was deliberately exclusionary.

Should I be as disappointed as I was?  Am I oversensitive because of who I am and what I read?  Wasn’t the Roman Empire pretty male-dominated anyway?

1) Yes.  2) It’s an unfortunately short step from ‘oversensitive’ to ‘hysterical’ and that leads us to all sorts of Victorian places I don’t want to go. and 3) Not really, which is partly why I was surprised and partly why I was disappointed.

Look up at the cover of this book.  There’s a rocketship.  I picked this book up at a sci-fi/fantasy convention last year.  This is a genre that has given me and readers and watchers like me princesses that don’t want to be rescued from dragons, and spaceship captains that fall in love with the female souls of their ships, and female spaceship captains that bring their crews home across unfathomable distances through hostile territories, and senatorial princesses that rescue frozen smugglers with a kiss while in the middle of leading a rebellion, and dozens of other  situations in which the contributions of half the society are recognized by the other half.   Take the person who has steeped in these stories and mash her together with someone who has also read I, Claudius, and you get someone who expects that the fearsome, ambitious, clever, savvy, and otherwise remarkable women of ancient Rome will at least have a mention for the role they played (and could have continued to play) in things like determining succession in the Empire, and influencing elected politicians, and discussing strategy with military commanders.

They existed historically.  They’re nowhere in this book, even in the parts that line up perfectly with our own history.  (You know who else doesn’t get a voice? Slaves.  Any of the cultures the Romans trade with.  Any of the plebians or non-Roman citizens.  Positive queer characters, even in a universe where the Greco-Romans run the Eastern Empire for a while.)

And yes, I am *sensitive* to the issues of representations of women in books and other media.  I’m influenced by what I choose to read and who I choose to follow in the vastness of the internet (Hi, Book Smugglers and Stellar Four and Seanan McGuire and others).  I recognize that not every book can tell *everyone’s story,* because that would be either too many stories, or none at all.  But if you’re trying to give us a picture of an alternate world, how hard is it to give us a little more about half the population?  This book has 449 pages, and it couldn’t even pass the Bechdel test.  But there’s nothing wrong with being sensitive, because being sensitive is being aware, and being aware and critical of what you read makes you a better reader, and a better reader is a better writer, and someday I will be writing my alternate history epic and I will remember this book.

And I will try to do better.

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“Saving Mr. Banks” and the enduring power of story

The carousel scene from Saving Mr. Banks
The carousel scene from Saving Mr. Banks

I’m too late on the carousel to offer a fresh perspective on Saving Mr. Banks–a good many people have written reviews already, and I have no inclination or need to echo what’s been said repeatedly (but yes, fabulous acting by the entire cast start to finish, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been so happy to see Bradley Whitford on the screen [too long since I’ve seen The West Wing, clearly]).

However, regardless of historical accuracy or good acting choices or mildly amused acknowledgement of a certain sort of self-interest in Disney producing this story in the first place, what made this movie so powerful was the way it got me right where I live.   Yes, this is an amazing story about families, and a little about keeping some of the magic that’s crucial to childhood into the way you survive adulthood too, and a lot about the clash of two intense personalities, but it’s mostly about the enduring power of story.  Tom Hanks’ Disney doesn’t win over Emma Thompson’s Travers until he not only talks about the value of story and of story tellers, but he actually puts himself out there *as a storyteller.*  She’s only really seen the actions of the business man, heard lip-service to his role as father, and bore witness to his constructed public figure–and it’s the story that finally gets through to her.   Hanks’  Disney tells the audience he’s been in her shoes when trying to protect ‘the Mouse,’ but even if we believe he has the best intentions towards her characters, she can’t see it until he offers her something real in return.  It’s brilliant, and even if I had gone into the movie with as much reluctance as the on-screen Mrs. Travers (I didn’t, I was prepared to be charmed from the first), that moment would still have gotten me.  As it was, it knocked the breath out of me instead.  Story matters, and if it matters to each of us a little differently because of who we are and where we come from, in the end it still helps us understand each other, even if we can’t agree on the dancing animated penguins.

I now have a serious (serial?) case of needing to a) rewatch Mary Poppins, b) read the original books, c) go back to Disneyworld.

…I’d call that effective story telling.  *laugh*

Also? I totally loved these guys.  I am always appreciative of music's storytelling power, and these two played their parts to the hilt.
Also? I totally loved these guys. I am always appreciative of music’s storytelling power, and these two played their parts to the hilt.

 

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Hazard Pay, a library tale

The following bit of fluff was written for my good friend and co-conspirator, Devlin, and rather giddily spun off our archaeological epistolary adventure.  The formal excuse for writing it was a writers’ group exercise in telling a story through letters or emails, but this particular pair of highly unusual library assistants prefers to leave each other notes on the backs of discarded card catalog cards, tucked into the split between the desk and the paneling of study carrel A23.

Hazard Pay,or, Assorted notes left in Carrel A23

Dear Clara,

Have misplaced the secret entrance to the royal academy library.  Please advise.

Ren

– – – – –

Dear Ren,

On alternate Thursdays it has a sudden maritime mood.  Did you try looking behind the Nelson biographies?

Clara

— – – –

Dear Clara,

Tried the Nelson biographies and got doused in a wave of grog.  Think it may have spread into the poetry aisle.  Suggestions?

Ren

– – – – – –

Dear Ren,

Wear a raincoat next time.  Also, grog’s not so bad, but don’t let Keats at the port, he gets morose and starts a several hour monologue about the nature of beauty.  Whitman can usually snap him out of it, but watch out.  He has wandering hands.

Clara

– – – – – –

Dear Clara,

I do not get paid enough for this.  The library entrance is hiding in classical mythology again and won’t open until all the scholars that want to access it answer three riddles.  I have already rescued two of them from being eaten by the sphinx carved into the end of the stacks.  Also, my favorite leather jacket is now missing a sleeve.  What’s next, velociraptors?

Ren

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Dear Ren,

I suggest swinging by the 12th century and stocking up on chain mail.  Sorry to hear about your jacket, but you’re too skinny for the Indiana Jones look anyway.  At least it didn’t eat your hat.

Stay away from the paleontology section until the new moon at least.

…I’m serious.

Clara

– – – – – – – –

Dear Clara,

Found your satchel halfway up the travel section.  Decide to go backpacking on the Giant’s Causeway again?  Hope you remembered your sweater this time.  Left  your satchel safely under sewing and notions.  Meet me in Astronomy behind the Kuiper belt later?

Ren

–  – – – –

Dear Ren,

Wondered where I’d left the satchel.  It didn’t have a pocket full of rose petals when I left it, though, I don’t think.  Been sipping that grog with Robbie Burns again?  You don’t really need his kind of help.

And yes, but not the Kuiper belt, it’s freezing there.  Last one to Verne’s complete works has to wrestle the kraken.

Clara

– – – – – – –

Dear Clara,

Joke’s on you.  I brought Keats’ port to the kraken last week and now that thing thinks I walk on water.  See you at 20,000 leagues.

Ren

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Why meeting your literary heroes matters

All of us, at one point or another, have answered that question about having dinner with any three people from any point in history.  My answer is always Abigail Adams, Jane Austen, and some rotating third figure depending on my mood.  Sally Ride, maybe, or Eleanor Roosevelt, or Princess Leia (what, you didn’t mean *Earth-bound* historical figures, did you?  Well in that case, Michelle Obama).

Of course, when you can't meet them, you can go stand by the window where they sat and absorb the genius vibes, instead.  Jane Austen's writing table, Chawton.
Of course, when you can’t meet them, you can go stand by the window where they sat and absorb the genius vibes, instead. Jane Austen’s writing table, Chawton.

The point is, most of us answer that question with the names of people we have no chance in this reality of ever meeting, death and the Secret Service generally being no-nonsense sorts of barriers.  It doesn’t change the fact that meeting people you admire can be an amazing kick-start to your own sense of self.

A number of years ago now, I went to a panel on ‘why write fantasy?’ hosted by the Cambridge Public Library, featuring a discussion between two of my literary heroes, Susan Cooper and Gregory Maguire.  I spent the entire two hours or so pretty much vibrating out of my seat with joy, most especially when Susan Cooper said she writes fantasy because ‘that’s just the way [her] brain works.’  She wants to write a Shakespearean historical fiction, or about Nelson and the Napoleonic wars, they turn into time travel stories.  It was among the top five most validating things I’ve ever heard in my life, and she wasn’t even talking to me.

(Mind you, when I did get a chance to talk to her, I babbled something probably incoherent about how much I love her writing and how I reread The Dark is Rising every time I need a reminder about how pacing works.  I was so not smooth.)

And then this past Sunday I had the opportunity to hear Naomi Novik read during Geek Central (Cambridge, again! Why do I not live there?).  I’ve loved her Temeraire series since the beginning, with much wailing and gnashing of teeth at the same time (dragons and Napoleon, why didn’t I think of that!?).  I’ve been to one other reading of hers, which was much more crowded, and though I felt bad she had a smaller audience this time (most of us who were there were blaming the RI Comic Con) I appreciated the fact that it meant we got to have actual conversation with her.  She read us the opening to a new fairy-tale inspired piece, and talked about finishing up the Temeraire series, what’s next after that, and who inspires her and why.  She even asked for input on potential titles for her new work, which made me grin.  (Titling is hard!)

And when it was my turn to get my book signed, I managed not to sound like an idiot (progress!).  We talked about her dragons-in-ancient-Rome short story, and discussed how cool her Anglewing dragons were, and even though I said absolutely nothing to her about being a writer myself, I came away inspired and heartened.  Because she’s not so different from me, and she reads authors I read and writes things in the genres I write, and my first drafts don’t sound so much rougher than the piece she read us all.  And since our brief conversation on Sunday I’ve managed to write over 6K words of my own current project.

So it matters, meeting the writers you admire, because while it’s easy enough to throw up your hands and say “I don’t know how they do it!” the next step is to bring those hands right back down to the keyboard.