Saturday, September 29, 2012

Language as a Connector



I was in seventh grade when I first encountered chatspeak. One day a friend asked me to explain what “lol” meant. I had no idea it was an anagram; I had to figure out the definition from context. I came up with “something someone says when you write something sarcastic,” which is probably way too revealing of Jessica-as-a-preteen. Another classmate said, in a you’re an idiot tone, “It means laugh out loud.” 

Language takes some investment to figure out. Sometimes we’re wrong or off a bit, like in my “lol” situation, but considering the complexity of English and its trickiness, it’s more amazing to think about how often we’re right. 

As writers and editors, we have to craft language carefully to get the reader as close as possible to our intended meaning. This can be really frustrating, like when you’re writing a description and you have to pause, hands on keyboard, to sort through your mental web of words to find the one that’s actually right and you just can’t get it, you know there’s a word and you can’t find it, and eventually you have to settle for the lightning bug instead of the lightning. 

Or maybe you thought you crafted everything well and then you hand it over to a reader and they’re like, what were you smoking, and then you go off to revise if you get the chance. Sometimes we don’t even know if we’re successful or not—we send a bevy of words into the ether and cross our fingers that our meaning doesn’t get corrupted or misunderstood or discarded. 

On the other hand, as a reader, sometimes a writer gets something so perfect that it strikes you to the heart. In that moment it’s like getting to share the space of someone else’s experience as a human being. And that moment of pure connection and empathy, that’s when language is at its highest use. That’s what we do this for. 

Happy writing.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Word of the Day: Consumption


AAAAHHHH INTERNET NEVER LET ME LEAVE YOU AGAIN.

Just kidding. It wasn’t that bad. 

If you read my last post, Creativity and Consumption, all the way through, you know I spent yesterday in a relatively media-less environment in an attempt to bolster my creativity.

It went well, and it sort of worked? I didn’t add to the novel, but I did tackle some projects that I’ve been meaning to do, like finishing up transcribing my journal. So that was good. 

Plus, when I woke up this morning, my whole brain was like INTERNET INTERNET INTERNET INTERNET and I was like YES YES YES YES YES and then I spent six hours on Tumblr and Vlogbrothers and Facebook and YEA VERILY IT WAS A HIGHLY ENJOYABLE EXPERIENCE. 

It was much like the time that I spent five days eating only vegetables and lean meat and then on day six I had a cinnamon roll and that cinnamon roll was, without question, the most delicious thing I’ve eaten in my life. That’s how the Internet tasted this morning. (Not literally, Bridey, no, stop that. You can’t lick the Internet.)

This experience made me consider the word consumption itself. “Consumption” used to be the term for tuberculosis,* which seems oddly unrelated to the way I’ve been thinking about consumption as “taking in and using lots of stuff.” But it makes more sense when considered alongside the first definition of “consume” as found in Merriam-Webster:

                To do away with completely: Destroy.

And it gets worse:

                To spend wastefully: Squander.
Use up.
Devour. 

It makes sense. When you consume food, it’s gone. I guess I was just thinking about “consumption” in the context of media, and in that sense, no, when I watch YouTube videos they don’t disappear. I’m not destroying anything when I consume YouTube videos. 

Or am I? Sure, the contents of the Tumblr I’m reading aren’t gone after I consume them—but my time is. My passion and motivation might be, too. 

Basically, the way my brain cries out for MOAR INTERNET NOW PLZ is about as healthy to indulge as the way my brain cries out for more cinnamon rolls. Both are most satisfying and healthiest in moderation. 

Yesterday's experience helped me see that I need to produce more, to spend more time actively creating and less time passively consuming. Maybe if I did so, I would feel less compelled to end this post with "Hank, I'll see you on Friday."


*According to the OED, “consumption” as a disease was first used in 1398 I love the OED and it referred generally to a “wasting” of the body before narrowing in its meaning to “tuberculosis.”

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Consumption and Creativity


I’ve had Hank Green’s Tumblr song stuck in my head for a week. And if you don’t know what Tumblr is, or if you’ve encountered it but haven’t succumbed to slavish obsession, then here’s what the song explains: Tumblr provides amazing, hilarious, addictive content in such massive quantities that once you’re in, you will never escape. 

This can be said about much of the internet (or about the internet as a whole). But the beginning of the video really caught my ear:

(Spoken) Good morning, John. I wanted to make a really complicated video today, something that was just awesome and epic, but I just, I just don’t have time. And it’s not even because I’m busy, it’s just like,
(Sung) I’ve been way too busy to create / And I find it really hard to concentrate

That explains waaayyy too much about my life right now. Like my inability to update my blog consistently or to…leave the house. Ever. (Though it is August in Arizona and this week has been record-breakingly hot, so my lack of house-leaving is an act of self-preservation.)

Yes, I found this on Tumblr. Sigh.

I spend an inordinate amount of time trawling the internet for things that make me laugh. My friends like this. My novels do not. ’Cause if I spend six hours reading Epbot how-to posts or following the Avengers tag on Tumblr, then those become six hours when I can’t work on my novel or this blog or anything else productive. 

Consumption is lovely—and easy—but constantly consuming other people’s content makes it reeeaaally difficult for me to come up with my own awesome things to put out into the world. Maybe what my novel needs from me right now is a big dose of boredom. If I don’t allow myself to access entertainment made by others, I will necessarily have to entertain myself. Cut me off from narrative and I’ll have to create my own. 

Tomorrow, I’m going to give it a try. No television, no internet (except my e-mail, since my job sort of hinges on my ability to receive e-mail), no books even. Possibly an extreme reaction to my own consumptive behavior, sure, but I’m intrigued by extremes, and it’s just one day. Hopefully my boredom will lead to some type of creative productivity.

I might even leave the house.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Punctuation and Grammar and Usage, Oh My! Part 3: Infixes


We all know what prefixes and suffixes are. They’re little word-pieces that you stick on to the front and back of larger word-pieces like legos to make other words, like dis-honest and un-car-ing. There are obvious prefixes and suffixes like those, where there’s a complete word in there that the prefix/suffix (I’m going to call them –fixes now) is just stuck to momentarily, and then there are –fixes that have melted into the word like gooey cheese and we don’t even notice that they’re not part of the root, like worth-y and in-de-fatig-able. (For more on stuff like this, check out a book on morphology.)

But did you know there is a word for this kind of language modification that comes in the middle of words, rather than at the front and back? Because there is and it is awesome

They’re called infixes. (Here are some fireworks to show you how excited these make me. There were fireworks in my brain when I found out about them. Okay, there were fireworks in my brain every single day of my Intro to English Language class. Even flipping through my notes makes me a little giddy. Fine, a lot giddy. Have some fireworks and stop making fun of me.)


But there aren’t very many infixes in the English language. They’re like the Forgotten Balder* of the –fixes. 



Italian has regular infixes. If you’re a musical person, you know that to go from loud to louder, you go from forte to fortissimo, and to go even louder than that, you go to fortississimo, and to go even louder you go fortissississimo, at which point you wonder if the composer was on crack. 

The only “regular” use of infixes in English is used with swear words. A bad day is unbefreakinlievable. Disconflippintinuous. Incanfreakindescent. Wheeeeee! 

And then there’s a random infix that is used only in speech: “another” may be divided into “a whole nother.” Sweet, right?? A whole nother. That’s a whole nother issue. We don’t do this with any other words (that I know of). How did you get to be so special, a whole nother? I love you. 

So give infixes your love and appreciation, or at least a hearty tip of the hat. Don’t treat them like Forgotten Balder. 


*Forgotten Balder is a meme based on the movie Thor. Basically, in Thor, Odin’s sons are Thor and Loki; but in the myths, Odin has a crapload of sons and Loki is not even one of them. So there’s this joke that Balder (or Baldur, or Baldr) is actually there in the movie mythos, but he’s just completely ignored. For extra hilarity, Balder in the Forgotten Balder meme is Liam Hemsworth, Chris Hemsworth’s (Thor’s) younger brother. I probably should not find Forgotten Balder as funny as I do.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Word(s) of the Day: Thank-you and Thank-you-ma'am


I’ve been wondering about what to do with the phrase “thank you” when it’s used as a noun (“a big thank you goes out to Bill”) or as an adjective (“I sent him a thank you card”) and, like any editor or writer should, I decided to check the all-powerful Merriam-Webster. 

This is what I found:

thank-you n [fr. the phrase thank you used in expressing gratitude] (1792): a polite expression of one’s gratitude

So, yes, “thank-you” is the correct form for a noun; and just to make myself feel better, I also checked the Corpus of Contemporary American English, which confirmed Webster’s. (Or I think it did. I am not very good at using COCA yet, but it is a super-cool resource.) Neither source said anything about the adjective form of “thank you,” but since it’s pretty standard to hyphenate two-part adjectives (like I just did there, ha!) then I think I’m safe to use “thank-you note.”

But the fun part comes next. When I looked up “thank-you,” I happened to glance at the entry below it, and this is what I found.

thank-you-ma’am n [prob. fr. its causing a nodding of the head] (1849): a bump or depression in a road; esp: a ridge or hollow made across a road on a hillside to cause water to run off


SWEET. New vocabulary word for the win. I love the dictionary. 

Have you come across any awesome new words lately?

Friday, July 6, 2012

Keep on Going!

You've probably already seen this (I'm totally late to the party), but if you haven't, you ought to watch it. This is Neil Gaiman's commencement address at the University of the Arts graduation ceremony. 


There's a LOT to be learned from this speech, but here's what I took away this time:

Writing is hard sometimes. I'm behind on my word count for JulNoWriMo (already?? Yes, already) and I'm frustrated with my novel and ready to chuck it against a wall. Metaphorically. Otherwise I'd have to print it out first, no thank you. So many aspects are just not working the way I want them to, and sitting down to write feels like a wrestling match, with tears and sweat and injuries and waaaay too much spandex and the feeling of creeping horror that I've grabbed onto something I would have preferred never to grab.

But even though I sometimes hate writing, I never regret having written. Even the total flops, the utter trash, the stuff I will never ever show to another person simply out of compassion for my fellow human beings, all of that was worth my time because it taught me something. I learned what kind of stories sounded fun but were actually hard to execute, or how not to write dialogue, or how to pace scenes.

So even though I'm in a novel-chucking phase right now, I'm going to keep working. Somehow, it will all turn out for the best.

What helps you keep writing when the going gets tough?

Monday, July 2, 2012

It's WriMo Time!


If you haven’t heard of NaNoWriMo, it probably sounds like something weird involving rhinos, so lemme splain. It stands for National Novel Writing Month, an event held every year where writers commit to completing a 50,000-word novel in the month of November. I’ve participated six times and it’s a crazy ride full of angst and excitement and freakouts and crappy writing and incandescent moments of the pure joy of noveling.

It's also my magic feather. Outside of NaNoWriMo, I’ve yet to finish a novel. (There was a completed novella in eighth grade, but we do not speak of it. It is an ancient creature we spiders fear above all others.)

This is a problem since I’m trying to finish a novel now, and it’s really really hard to motivate myself without the camaraderie provided by legions of other writers doing the same thing at the same time.

Luckily, there are other events similar to NaNo that run throughout the year. One that I’ve known about for a while is JulyNoWriMo. It has the same rules as NaNo except that writers can work on existing projects instead of having to start new ones.

This is perfect for me, because I’ve been waffling about my current manuscript for months now. I like the story, but, like a kid on a sugar-high or a crow with shiny objects, I am both obsessive and distractible, and I’ve had a lot of distractions to obsess over lately. So while I’ve been pouring my creativity into a purely self-indulgent story that will definitely never be published (fondly called Not My Novel or my Not-Novel) and spending hours exploring the Avengers tag on tumblr (do not get me started on my newfound love of Marvel. This is for your safety), my steadfast little novel has waited patiently with a hang-dog expression for me to come back and give it the love it deserves. 

If I continue as I am, floundering around and generally being as gung-ho and proactive as Sleeping Beauty, then this novel will end up as sadly abandoned as my last, I’ll lose the chance to work on a really fun idea, and it’s possible that my best friend Sarah Allen will pester me to death.  

So NO MORE, I say. I refuse to surrender to the complexities of the icky middles! I will overcome my inability to write subplot! I will conquer this sucker or I will die trying.

So yes, I’ve joined JulyNoWriMo, and I’ll be writing 50,000 words this month, and holy carp-yes-the-fish am I terrified, but it is going to be AWESOME, and if you find me weeping quietly in a corner, you now understand why.