Coordination

r-avatar“Johnny went to the psoe priret.”

That’s what you get when your right hand thinks “post office” but your left goes with “supermarket.” There might be occasions when you wish Johnny would go to the psoe priret and just never come back, but that way you don’t get the mail or anything for dinner.

In a partnership, each coauthor is like one hand on the keyboard. They must act as one in order to create intelligible prose. It’s not enough that that both pursue sensible ideas; they must pursue the same idea. They must both want Johnny to go to the same place.

Even if you don’t opt for a combined nom de plume, you and your writing partner must form a single virtual writer. No matter how solid your outline at the beginning (you do use an outline, right?) every story grows into some unanticipated shapes during its construction. Partners need to stay so in tune to each other that they can adapt to these ongoing mutations. It’s true that some authors don’t use outlines, and that doesn’t make them wrong. But consider: two writers each making everything up as they go can’t really be called a partnership; how do they even know they’re writing the same book?

This sounds like a nigh-impossible requirement, almost like a psychic bond. It’s really not that severe. Expect it to take practice, and talk to each other about both the project itself and also what you think it means to be a writer. Writers working together can be every bit as graceful and in tune as a figure-skating duo. They might not be as exciting to watch, but what they create is what matters.

Dizzy Fracas

Today we offer two versions of the same prompt, one written by Kent and one by Jen. This prompt is a simplified form of the stichomancy prompts we use most often. Instead of phrases or sentence fragments, we have a short list of words that must be included.

  • dizzy
  • fracas
  • gender
  • curve

k-avatarKent’s take:

In the tumultuous midst of a fracas

Said the dizzy lad, “Here’s where your mistake is

Although I’m quite slender

I assure you my gender

Has no curve: my bosom all fake is.”

by jen

 

Jen’s take:

“All I said was I like the gender with curves,” Sam said, gazing out the window at the flaming chaos below.

Gina replied, “Well, Samantha, this is a pretty conservative town. An announcement like that coming from the new librarian is bound to make some of the gentry dizzy.”

“I suppose you’re right. I should have expected it. But, Gina, this fracas is making me horny. Take off your spectacles and kiss me!”

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Fear-Joy

Today we offer two versions of the same prompt, one written by Jen and one by Kent. This prompt is a simplified form of the stichomancy prompts we use most often. Instead of phrases or sentence fragments, we have a short list of words that must be included.

  • concerned
  • concentration
  • fear-joy
  • murderous physicians

by jenJen’s take:

Murderous physicians fill me with fear-joy,” Joanne told her concerned therapist. “Doctors in general frighten me with their looks of caring concentration, their probing questions, their needles, and nasal-lights. And yet, their deadly intentions, the dangers they represent, are a turn-on.”

 

k-avatarKent’s take:

Fear-joy heightened all Carlos’s senses in the waiting room. The idea that he was perhaps waiting to see one of the murderous physicians he’d read about made him giddy, stoking the fetishistic core of his mind to a white glow. He directed all his concentration at a magazine. Outwardly, no one would know of his agitation. He did not look at all concerned.

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Seeing Double

r-avatarHave you ever tried to type in tandem with another person? One of you is the right hand and one of you is the left hand, and it really doesn’t work well. That’s how some people picture a writing collaboration.

That’s actually a fairly awesome metaphor for the challenges of coauthoring that we’ll revisit in a future post, but today’s topic is a lot more concrete. When you have a writing partner, you need two of everything.

You each need a desk and a chair. You each need a computer. Each computer needs a copy of your word processing software (we love Scrivener). If you’re more low-tech, and like to write longhand, you could get away with only having one computer, but then it becomes someone’s job to input all of that chicken-scratch.

Working with two computers, you tend to end up with two copies of every file, which means that at least one member of the writing partnership needs to have killer organizational skills. On Team Skelley, that person is Jen. At the end of each work session, Jen and Kent use the miracle of computer networking to give each other a copy of the day’s output. Kent’s work gets added to Jen’s project folder, and Jen’s is added to Kent’s folder. Sometimes, though, one or the other of us will add a few lines to a character summary, or type up a page of notes, and those items don’t always participate in the daily prisoner exchange. So every few weeks, Jen grabs both project folders and goes through them carefully to sync them up. This task is not made any easier by Kent’s hoarder tendencies, and by the time a novel is complete, we usually have a big stack of obsolete partial manuscripts that need to be kept  indefinitely. If we didn’t work electronically, we would have had to build an archive wing to the house years ago.

Or possibly two.

Tracy Clutched Her Skull in Agony

  1. k-avatarCharacter – equestrian
  2. Setting – the moors
  3. Object – halter
  4. Situation – blinding headache

Tracy clutched her skull in agony, wrapping her arms around her head to ward off further dashings as Seawind galloped heedless across the moors with Tracy’s leg thrust through the stirrup.

She knew the mare was too spooked to stop, might plunge over the approaching cliff. She had to regain control. She shouted, “Seawind! Whoa!” and coughed as soil and grass flew into her mouth. Desperate, she risked reaching with one hand. She heaved her torso upwards and strained after the halter. Seawind’s pulsating movement threw her about, the leather straps slipping her fingers three times before offering a hold.

Tracy clambered up the animal’s flank, drawing her weight off her leg and pulling it free. Seawind veered and Tracy tumbled into the heather, and then the horse went riderless over the lip.

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Heather Skirted the Edge of the Exercise Yard

  1. by jenCharacter – chunky cheerleader
  2. Setting – prison
  3. Object – scissors
  4. Situation – need to find the black market

Heather skirted the edge of the exercise yard, eyeing the pyramid formation with jealousy. The scissors were concealed in her left pompom and she had to remember not to be too spirited, or one of the guards would notice.

Where was Sarah? Normally she’d be near the trampoline, surrounded by her posse of bitches. But the trampoline was vacant today.

Heather had to hurry. In another 10 minutes it would be time for headcount.

Ah! There was Sarah, by the over-sized megaphones.

Heather hurried over. On the black market, these scissors would buy at least a case of Ding Dongs.

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We are the peanut gallery

r-avatarWednesday’s 4 Elements prompt became the epicenter of a strange little storm of collaboration in the comments. While it started with a simple (and blunt) observation, it ultimately became the transcript of a collaborative process in motion.

Jen and Kent sometimes have similar conversations via e-mail. But most of the time, all the back-and-forth and brainstorming are done verbally, and only the final outcome is recorded anywhere. This time we captured the whole thing, silly as it is.

That’s the kind of dynamic that makes writing with a partner so much fun. You can raise a concern, or ask a weird question, and there’s someone there to provide a response. Next time, it’ll probably be your turn to answer the weird question (probably with another question, even weirder).

To get all serious for a minute, something that we all struggle with is critical distance. It’s very hard to be objective about your own writing, unless you step away from it for so long that you don’t recognize it when you come back. Having a partner can help with that. Of course, it relies on both of you being able to speak frankly.

Kent now feels obligated to revisit that prompt and see if he can make it cohere this time.

Harry Couldn’t Go Out There

  1. k-avatarCharacter – politician
  2. Setting – Australian outback
  3. Object – monocle
  4. Situation – earthquake

Harry couldn’t go out there. The crowd was rabid. He would call campaign headquarters, but some lunatic wallaby had his cellphone in her pouch.

“He’s almost ready. Where’s that monocle? Harry looks dignified with a monocle.”

That kangaroo is only making this worse, thought Harry. The noise of the crowd was suddenly louder and a stray boomerang caromed off the wall near his head.

The kangaroo was shouting now. “No! Monocle, I said monocle, you egg-laying imbecile! I suppose it’ll have to do…”

Before he could react, Harry’s wrists were bound by cold iron manacles and he was shoved out onto the stage.

Suddenly, the building began to shake. The pandemonium of the crowd sputtered out.

Harry cleared his throat, lost his balance, and toppled to the floor. He couldn’t get up because of the restraints, and the shaking of the floor. Plaster dust sifted down onto his blue suit as he thought, I can see the headlines now — Harry won’t take a stand.

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Francine’s Toes Hurt

  1. by jenCharacter – South American cannibal
  2. Setting – submarine
  3. Object – lucky rabbit’s foot
  4. Situation – new shoes today

Francine’s toes hurt. The new “sensible” shoes were worse than her old heels.

Stopping her pacing, Francine leaned against the wall of the submarine passageway and felt the faint vibration. They would be in Caracas soon.

Francine rubbed her lucky rabbit’s foot and thought about what it would be like to be reunited with Stanley after all this time.

The mix-up, last time, had been unbelievable but understandable. Stanley and Ngegue looked exactly the same. Still it was embarrassing to explain to both the Bridge Club and Stanley’s mother that she had mistaken a South American cannibal for her own husband.

No matter. Everything was about to be put right. Ngegue would go back to his tribe, Stanley and Francine would return to the State Department.

Francine wondered, though, whether Stanley would ever live up to Ngegue’s performance in the sack.

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Professional Crastinators

r-avatarCollaboration can lead to amazing synergy, the end product being greater than the sum of its parts. You and your writing partner cover each other’s weaknesses and inspire each other to great heights. When it works, it is a thing of beauty.

The downside is something that could be called synergistic procrastination. Every writer has experienced the work session where nothing gets done: blame writer’s block, or video games, or phone calls, the weather, YouTube. Perhaps you have every intention of banging out a couple thousand words, right after you check email, and then it’s suddenly quitting time. Or you just need to do a little research, but get distracted by the whole wide internet. Unfortunately, when you have a co-author, the potential exists to feed into each other’s procrastination. It might start off as a necessary conversation about a plot point, but it snowballs out of control.

Something that we grapple with from time to time is a sort of anti-competetiveness. If he’s not going to work tonight, then neither am I! If she can get a hot beverage, then I can too! I haven’t heard any typing from the other side of the room for awhile, I had better stop being productive and look over to see what the problem is! It’s a very juvenile mindset, and luckily we don’t succumb to it too often. When we do, the work session is usually shot. We try to go have fun and not brood about it, and try again the next day.

tl;dr – a longwinded explanation for why today’s Collaboration Post is going up so late.