Quantum Storytelling

Writer Unboxed is doing it, so I will too. They’re sharing one of their Google Notebooks for the world to see.

Mine isn’t directly related to writing or publishing, unless the fabric of reality qualifies as being on topic!

Here is my notebook on the many layers of networks that we find ourselves buried within, and how we might be able to navigate them to better ourselves and our lives.

Matthew Cheney doesn’t believe that lit snobs exist. What do you think?

While I agree that claims by sci-fi fans of the genre being snubbed are probably overwrought, and certainly exaggerated, so too is Matthew’s rebuttal. I have met people who were condescending towards genres like sci-fi, or hardboiled pulp.

As to what I think about that, well I don’t think I could go wrong by agreeing with Heinlein when he said, “Obscurity is the refuge of the incompetent.” Of course, this might incite the wrath of many yet-to-be-successful creators, but let’s not misinterpret things.

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Do men and women think differently about writing and the type of stories they enjoy? Maybe it boils down to writers that like action and those that don’t?

The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:
Rebecca (last name deleted), and Gary (last name deleted).

THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn’t decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home
,now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times,
that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs,
keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if
she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again.
So chamomile was out of the question.

(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack
squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to
think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named
Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago.
“A.S. Harris to Geostation 17,???*?? he said into his transgalactic
communicator. “Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so
far…” But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed
out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship’s cargo bay. The
jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across
the cockpit.

If you can read the rest without laughing, I’d be surprised.

Courtesy of The Johnny Law Chronicles.