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Sunday, October 3, 2010

Lessons from Aussiecon4

I attended Aussiecon4 both as a fan and as an aspiring writer. In the end I feel that the fan took over, which was hardly surprising at my first ever Con, but there were a few panels which really provided insights that I might call new, or they put things in terms that made more sense than I had previously heard.

My Con started really well with a great panel called ‘The balancing act of Speculative Fiction humour,’ moderated by Tee Morris (who stepped up to the role in the room) and including Richard Harland and Howard Tayler. There were many good ideas, though I had already heard a lot of Howard Tayler’s thoughts through the Writing Excuses podcast. The most useful insight came when the panel suggested that the ‘show, don’t tell’ rule should be applied to humour as it is to other elements of fiction (we are, of course, used to telling jokes). The idea is to show the humour, then allow the reader to interact and tell themselves the joke. The panel also suggested that good humour is rooted in character because it allows it to be warm and good-hearted. Snarky jokes quickly become unwelcome.

Kate Elliott moderated a panel titled ‘Steal the past, build the future’ which also featured Catherynne M. Valente and some other contributors whose names I regretfully forget. The focus of this panel, to narrow it down, was to consider how the past can be used in creating Fantasy fiction in particular without falling into the generic Medieval European settings that have dominated the genre. Though this question wasn’t specifically answered, the panel discussed the use and value of folklore and historical ‘stories’ from numerous cultures. They also suggested that our tendency to draw upon the past in creating settings can be explained by the need to ground a fantastical story in a shared historical reality.

The panel took something of a historiographical tangent and encouraged the audience to look at the history that has been written and consider the motives and bias of the writers. The phrase ‘winners write history’ was thrown up as food for thought. The professional historian who sat in on the panel emphasized the fact that the authorial voice of sources tells us as much about the time and place as the content of the source.

On the second day of the Con I attended a panel called ‘Indescribable! Unthinkable!’ which had a horror focus and dealt with the issue of attempting to use language, which is ultimately limited by shared human experience, to describe the indescribable. The panelists were China Miéville, Terry Dowling, Carrie Vaughn and Shane Jaraya Cummings. Given the horror focus of the panel, they were discussing ways in which writers can portray horrific images beyond the reader’s understanding. The basic response is that the best writers can do is hint, and that ultimately this is helpful as it allows the reader to interact with the story and fill the space with their own ideas (the panel called this ‘evocative evasion’). The story teller simply needs to trigger a recognition to stir emotion. Writers inevitably tend towards visual description, often ignoring the power of other senses to arouse response in the reader.

On a linguistic note, China Miéville pointed out that Lovecraft spouted adjectives and avoided nouns, which inevitably label and reduce the object in question (though the panel questioned whether that is a valid technique or simply a failure to describe).

The best panel of the Con, from my perspective, was titled ‘Keeping pace: Maintaining momentum in fiction.’ It was moderated by Jay Lake and featured Howard Tayler, Peter V. Brett and Carrie Vaughn. While I particularly enjoyed the panel because of the great chemistry between the panelists and the good-natured humour they shared there were many valuable thoughts which I took away. The panel suggested firstly that it was vital to remember the difference between pacing and length, so that even a long story can and should be briskly paced. They spoke strongly about creating vivid settings with description but keeping it relevant to the story at all times and avoiding redundancies which kill pacing. The panelists all agreed that every sentence should be as lean as possible without losing meaning (I can see lots of people disagreeing with this idea).

Perhaps the key comment the panel made was that stories need intertwining plots and sub-plots (which I knew already, in theory) so that every scene can serve multiple purposes and drive several plots forward. I always saw sub-plots as a means to flesh out the characters and the world, and didn’t think of their potential to increase the pace of the story. Thank you Aussiecon!

Friday, October 1, 2010

Aussiecon4 (Worldcon) Report - Day Four

Bleary eyed but keen I once again strode into the convention centre at 8 a.m. to find it empty. Partying in the vicinity of George R. R. Martin the night before hadn’t dulled my enthusiasm (to say partying ‘with’ George would be a bit of a stretch). I was first in the queue again, hoping that this time everything would go to plan.

People started rolling in much earlier for George's queue. Another guy joined me at about 8:30. His friend had intended to arrive at 7:30 but had issues with public transport (in Melbourne?!? No way!). Sure enough at about 8:45 the friend struggled in, not happy, but eventually satisfied enough that he would be in the group. A line of 10 (the kaffeeklatsch limit) had well and truly formed by 9:15.

Cory Doctorow's early morning reading.

The time in the queue was surprisingly fun. We joked about George and, inevitably, the delay for his next book. There was some discussion about our experiences with ebooks and reading on phones and whatnot. I told everyone that I had read Cory Doctorow’s Makers on my phone, not realising that the man himself was sitting at a table a few metres away. Cory played along, declaring himself 'That guy's a hack.' We also shared experiences from previous klatsches. In one story, some guy who didn’t know the author showed up to the klatsch apparently just make an ass of himself. Not cool, we all agreed. Everything went to plan and we signed up to sip coffee with George. Well, it didn’t go to plan for the Con volunteer who thought he could show up at 9:58 and skip the queue. Sorry champ.

Peter V. Brett

My day officially kicked off with a reading from Cory Doctorow’s upcoming book which deals with the unintended consequences of punishing online copyright infringers by cutting off their internet. He was immediately followed in the same room by the much more shy Peter V. Brett, reading from his insanely rare novella The Great Bazaar.

I was very tempted by a panel entitled ‘Far future: where Fantasy meets SF’ which involved Alastair Reynolds, who I had not yet sighted at the Con, but I opted to attend a bonus kaffeeklatsch with a new Australian writer called Duncan Lay. My decision was immediately vindicated when Duncan slipped me a showbag from the Voyager 15th Anniversary celebrations, which contained a hardcover of Sara Douglass’ Battleax (I’ll get round to it eventually). I first met Duncan at my local Borders the previous Christmas, and again a month or so before the Con, and was eager to continue to support him. To be honest I’m not entirely convinced about the quality of his writing but his work ethic and effort to make himself available to fans are very admirable.

I snuck in a panel about ‘Editing the novel,’ moderated by Ginjer Buchanan. It was more a sharing of experiences and anecdotes than a discussion of editing work but it was enjoyable nonetheless. But winter was coming...

The kaffeeklatsch with George R. R. Martin was undoubtedly my fan highlight of the Con. It kicked off in great style. As if our earlier conversation in the line was prophetic we had a tool in the group. I don’t know what the guy was trying to achieve but he opened with - “So George, I don’t know anything about you” - like it was some sort of challenge for George to validate himself. My friends from the queue and I looked at one another and shook our heads. George has obviously been around so he took it in stride and said, “That’s ok, I don’t know who the f@&# you are either.” The table was won over (as if it wasn’t already). Not that the guy gave up, but I forget his other ‘contributions.’ Fair enough, he was as entitled to be there as anyone, but something like twenty people were turned away from signing up at 10, not to mention any others who would have really liked to spend time with one of their favourite writers.

George talked really candidly about his writing, and happily answered all our questions. There were enough people who were just happy to sit and listen that I got to ask all of the questions I could think of. Without a doubt my favourite reply came when I asked him if part of the reason for the delay of his next book comes from being insecure about his writing, even with all of his experience. George said that it never goes away, and that praise doesn’t really help. “If they’re saying you’re the American Tolkien, and you sit down to write, you can’t help thinking ‘This better be pretty f%*#ing good.’” George also highly recommended Daniel Abraham’s Long Price Quartet to fill in the wait for A Dance with Dragons.

The afternoon went very slowly after George. Sunday was my last day at the Con. I was moping around a bit, disappointed that I wouldn’t be at the Hugo ceremony, and that there were some interesting panels scheduled for Monday. I won’t specifically mention the panels I finished up with because my head wasn’t there, I was thinking about the drive back to Sydney, though I did experience one of those bad panels made up of more fans than professionals.

I’d had such a good time that things couldn’t help but come to an anticlimax.

Convention Day 1
Convention Day 2
Convention Day 3
Lessons from the Convention



Thursday, September 30, 2010

Aussiecon4 (Worldcon) Report - Day Three

I enjoyed a sleep-in (it was Saturday after all) before struggling over to the Con. I snuck in for the end of Kim Stanley Robinson’s presentation titled ‘Time and the novel.’ Sadly I don’t remember much of what was said, and I didn’t write anything down, but I think that’s a reflection on the big day that followed rather than the quality of Stan’s insights.
Me and George.
Sometimes you have to squee.

As I implied in earlier posts, the Con was never an overwhelming press of humanity, not even in the Dealer’s Room immediately after the Opening Ceremony when there was literally nothing else to do. With the exception of kaffeeklatsches, George R. R. Martin’s reading (prologue of A Dance with Dragons) was the only full house I experienced (and there was still reasonable standing room if people were desperate). I felt very privileged to be there. Although the content has apparently been released on the internet to hear such a visceral passage read by a master story-teller was inspiring. Not that I had time to dwell on the experience, because I had to race everyone else in that room to George’s signing.

George sure pulls a crowd.
A promise from George,
in writing!
Unsurprisingly this was the biggest signing event of the Con. The line wrapped around the hall and out the door. I was by no means first, but I was at the right end. However, the organisers did enforce the two book limit for George (which was fair enough) so I got to join some fellow fans back at the end. Recognising that the hour was going to expire, and after they announced a second signing time, I decided to go and meet Jennifer Fallon and Jay Lake (after sneaking into the Dealer’s Room to buy one of Jay’s books). Jennifer was lovely and Jay was inspirational. I’m not familiar with his work, but given the way the speculative fiction community operates I knew that Jay was a fellow cancer sufferer and was in a pretty dark place health-wise (I can happily report now that he is a fellow remission enjoyer) so I wanted to give him what encouragement I could. Plus he showed such a great sense of humour and fun on the previous day’s panel that I figured I have to enjoy his writing. 


Guest of Honour Kim Stanley
Robinson. Far away from me.
I was similarly inspired by the optimism and enthusiasm of Kim Stanley Robinson’s Guest of Honour speech (link to ABC News article), which, this time, I remeber in detail. He questioned why dystopian themes dominate our fiction and challenged the community to try to produce definitive and positive utopian works. It was personal and open, and I was glad to be able to thank him personally at his signing later that day.


You too can use the internet!

Stan was followed by a panel which I enjoyed probably more for the people it brought together than the actual content (‘The writer and the audience: online interaction and public personae’). The lovely Mur Lafferty moderated for creative commons crusader Cory Doctorow (alliteration is for winners), Howard Tayler, Peter V. Brett and agent John Berlyne. What I took away – like, use Twitter and stuff, but remember weird dudes are out there (and by weird, Cory Doctorow means ‘pathological’).

Just A Minute.
After snaring two more signatures from George I headed downstairs for the single funnest hour of the Con. It wasn’t a panel in the traditional sense. Hosted by Paul Cornell, numerous speculative fiction luminaries including China Miéville, Ellen Kushner, John Scalzi and editor extraordinaire Patrick Nielsen Hayden played a game based on BBC quiz show Just A Minute. It was off the cuff hilarity. It was also organised at the last minute, which saw about two hundred people waiting for a venue (and gave me another chance to chat to Mur Lafferty and Peter V. Brett). No harm done!

George and barrell girl Peter V. Brett.
The Masquerade was always going to struggle to top that afternoon, and it didn’t. I have no basis for comparison but it seemed a little small and weak. Not that I kitted up, so I can’t complain. Luckily the night was saved by the Brothers without Banners (the George R. R. Martin fan club who do, ironically, have an emblem) and their party over at Crown. George himself was in attendance, as was Peter V. Brett. I met some fellow fans and failed spectacularly to buy Peter a drink, since he was just getting one for Gail Carriger and didn't want me taking his shout apparently. He's welcome in Australia any time. I also came up empty handed in the raffle, but you can’t win them all.

Convention Day 1
Convention Day 2
Continue to Day 4
Lessons from the Convention








Aussiecon4 (Worldcon) Report - Day Two

I had missed the kaffeeklatsch with John Scalzi by arriving at the Con at 12:15pm on Day One (registration opened at 12). I was not going to miss China Miéville. I strode confidently into the convention centre at 8 a.m. It was very empty – I was well and truly first in line (the next person showed up around 9). A solid line was forming by 9:30.

At 9:55 we were informed that the kaffeeklatsch had been rescheduled for the following day. Frustrating, but I was happy to do it all again the next morning. After all, Worldcon comes to Australia once in a decade. Still, not the best start to Day Two.

Scalzi, moments before learning
something my mum has
claimed for years...

Yep... I say nice things.

It would get worse, though I was blissfully ignorant for a few hours. During that time I enjoyed Howard Tayler’s reading of a humorous essay he had written about his transition to writing Schlock Mercenary full time, then rushed to be near the start of John Scalzi’s signing line before attending the ‘Unthinkable! Indescribable!’ panel in which China Miéville, Terry Dowling, Carrie Vaughn and Shane Jaraya Cummings (I doubt I spelt that correctly) discussed the limitations of language in describing horrors outside any human experience (for those who were both lucky and inclined, you could have enjoyed 6 straight hours of China, starting with this panel).

Best. Panel. Ever.
While trying to wrap my mind around China Miéville’s claim that (if I interpreted it correctly) he imagines characters and settings in his stories in words, rather than visual images I stumbled into the most enjoyable panel of the Con. Moderated by Jay Lake, Peter V. Brett, Carrie Vaughn and Howard Tayler discussed ‘Keeping pace: maintaining momentum in fiction.’ The panellists had great chemistry, tremendous humour and some terrific insights. It was perfect!

Interlude: At this stage it probably sounds like I am the biggest Howard Tayler fanboy on the planet, or that I was just generally stalking him. The truth is that I am very new to his Schlock Mercenary work but love his contribution to Writing Excuses (the best podcast for new and growing writers of Speculative Fiction, in my opinion).

Teaching is the most
noble profession.
I opted to dodge the start of China Miéville’s signing in favour of attending a kaffeeklatsch with Kate Elliott. I had met Kate the week before at Infinitas Bookshop (if you follow the link, that’s my back!) and had a great conversation. After showing her respect for school teachers like myself she had secured a fan for life. Once again, Kate demonstrated her love and understanding of writing and provided a great thrill for some long term fans (who frankly put me to shame). Out of the corner of my eye I couldn’t help notice that China Miéville had left his signing table, and my plan to catch him at the end had failed. I figured I could still grab some signatures at the kaffeeklatsch.

After grabbing some lunch I hit up the organisers’ table to make sure that China Miéville’s kaffeeklatsch wasn’t opened early. This was where things started to get messy. One of the guys I had stood in line with earlier caught me and asked if I’d heard what happened with the Miéville klatsch. Confused, I reminded him that I had been there that morning to hear about the postponement. It was one of those times when you suddenly feel that something is wrong, and sure enough, my friend told me that China’s kaffeeklatsch was full, and happening upstairs as we stood. Massive organisational fail.

The peerless George R. R. Martin.
I was pretty cut up about it, but in the end you can’t really get too angry with people who are just volunteers. The net result was that I was free to go and see a humorously lonely George R. R. Martin discuss A Game of Thrones on HBO. It also meant that I regularly harassed the organisers for the next two days to make sure nothing would go wrong with George’s kaffeeklatsch.

I rounded out my afternoon with a reading from the talented (but as yet relatively unknown) Ian Tregillis, who read a short story associated with the setting of his tremendous debut novel, Bitter Seeds. My luck was improving as I returned to the fan lounge to see China Miéville engaged in conversation over near the signing table. As I approached I heard a familiar voice. China was being interviewed by Mur Lafferty, unofficial queen of podcasting, most notably of I Should Be Writing. Two for the price of one. I got to quickly meet Mur before hitting China up for some autographs. Success!

Sorry guys, best I could find.

A slightly mis-advertised and powerfully charged panel about racism in speculative fiction provided an emotional ending to a rollercoaster of a day.

I had to rush out to the airport to pick up my wife and two of our friends, hoping to get back to the Con in time for the Nightmare Ball. After introducing them to the masks they would be wearing we headed over. The ball was probably a little smaller scale and different in general to what I was expecting, but was nonetheless an enjoyable end to the evening. My friends and I burned up the dance floor a little (very little) and I partook of several beverages, knowing that there was no need to wake up early to line up for China Miéville’s kaffeeklatsch (yes, still bitter, apparently).

Aussiecon4 (Worldcon) Report - Day One

Aussiecon Day One was the first day of my first convention. It was initially a little overwhelming and very exciting. Shortly after arriving I passed Hugo nominee Howard Tayler (of Schlock Mercenary fame) on the escalator and had my first fanboy moment. These became far more frequent but much less intense as the Con continued - Howard himself was constantly available in his Dealer’s Room booth, and I felt like every time I turned around I saw Peter V. Brett or Ian Tregillis. In fact, I’m sure I was constantly surrounded by industry professionals, given the small size of the convention, I just didn’t know what they looked like.

Morris, Tayler, Harland
My first panels were excellent. Howard Tayler, Tee Morris and Richard Harland discussed ‘The balancing act of speculative fiction comedy,’ then the delightful Kate Elliott moderated a panel (which included Hugo nominee Catherynne M. Valente) entitled ‘Steal the past, build the future,’ which was essentially about using history and folklore in your fiction. I plan to reflect on some of the better panels (including these two) in my next post, so I won’t go into detail about content at this stage.

My copy is safe from Corelings.

My afternoon ended with Garth Nix (the one author who looked exactly like the pictures I had seen, and actually was as tall as I imagined) signing my three books from his Old Kingdom series (which I enjoyed greatly in my formative reading years). I also enjoyed a quick signing and great conversation with Peter V. Brett in which I had the opportunity to complement him on the brave direction of The Desert Spear (the second book in his Demon Cycle). Peter very kindly warded the title page for me, you know, in case of demon attack. If you haven’t read The Painted Man, you should. Then read The Desert Spear.

By this point I was tired, having woken up at 3 a.m. to drive from Sydney to Melbourne, and I was carrying vast amounts of books (there were giveaways, I couldn’t resist) so I headed back to my hotel. I had plans to get up early. Well, early for a ‘holiday.’

Continue to Day 2
Convention Day 3
Convention Day 4
Lessons from the Convention