Doers vs. Lingerers

I believe it’s been pointed out that you can’t have a book that’s too heavily fixated on character development, or one that’s too fixated on plot. You must balance them, like salt & pepper, sweet & sour, children & adults, man & woman, nature & order, etcetera & etcetera.

I’m in the midst of writing my next novel, which would be a nice scapegoat  for my current absence from the blogosphere… 😦 (To be honest, though, an excuse might be out of order…It’s probably better to be writing than blogging, as most of you, I imagine, will agree!…and don’t pretend that you don’t know the difference.) In this novel, I’m realizing that I’m putting a huge emphasis on character development, not so much on plot. And I’m still at the beginning, so there is time for the plot to outgrow the characters so it will be the adventure novel I hope it to be, and not a cozy drama. 🙂

But this reminds me of the two kinds of people in life. The doers, and the lingerers. Is it just me that has experienced this? Or can I get an “Uh-huh?”

Doers?

DOERS

Doers keep going, are always moving. Their focus in life is on getting things done, and experiencing events and experiences (I know, it’s redundant, I know…) It may be hard for a doer to enjoy a laid-back event that lasts for hours because of where their focus lies: in getting things done.

Doers might be:

  • More focused on important, “Worthwhile” events rather than intimate, informal parties.
  • Planners rather than spontaneous.
  • More interested in “Networking” than “Close Friendships.”

Lingerer? Photo © Joe Mabel, Wikimedia Commons

LINGERERS

While lingerers may seem the more preferable type to be, they can also be less ambitious than doers. They can tend to stay in one spot longer, geographically, and not take life so quickly. Some of your best friends in life may be lingerers, i.e. those who have nothing better to do than to stick around 😉

Lingerers may:

  • Get excited for smaller, closer events with less people.
  • Stay late at parties and events.
  • Enjoy “Just being.”

My novel is definitely a lingerer, as am I. What kind of person/writer are you? Do you enjoy lingering, or are you a get-er-done-er?

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Quiet & Restful.

Today, I just wanted to share a story that happened to me today.

We writers know the feeling. Come on. It’s been a while since you sat down and typed out a few words on your WIP, or edited your Baby manuscript, or spent some time with characters, or a few minutes in the politics of your imaginary kingdom. It’s been too long. So, you grab your laptop, or desktop computer, or Eniac, or maybe pen and paper [gasp, old fashioned!], and you plod over to your couch, intending to be a little bit diligent.

You don’t want to radiate yourself, so you turn off your wireless internet, and instead of streaming jazz, you listen to acoustic guitar from a CD you got from a friend years ago. [And if I’m being too personal in trying to be general for all writers, then please, as a replacement, replace this with the replacement of your choice! I dunno, maybe you DO like a little bit of radiation…maybe you don’t have an acoustic guitar CD anywhere to be seen…maybe you use, gasp, a cassette player!!!

But now…

I ramble.]

Wow, this music is really nice. And, since you woke up at 4 this morning, it starts to lull you into a happy, content state where you prefer the thought of closing your eyes to opening your eyes in your imagination. (Far-fetched analogy? Maybe…)

And so, you make that deadly decision.

You put the laptop aside, while still playing the soothing music, and you lean over, put your head against the pillow, and drink in some sudden happiness. Ah yes. This is what you’ve been waiting for all day.

This is not time for constructive imagination. This is the time for wild, free-roaming dream imagination, where Japan is through your closet door, where your neighbor mows his lawn with a mechanical, steam-powered giraffe, where you know that somewhere along the line you were related to Ronald Reagan, and where tigers are your pet.

The organized part of your imagination screams in protest.

You drift away.

Sushi Through the Years

This is Sushi. (Well Duh.)

I think y’all know what sushi is so I’ll spare you the lengthy description. Above me you will see an old picture…from the Edo Dynasty (1600-1800’s). And sushi’s still alive and kicking, hundreds of years later.

This world is all about change. And things change all the time. But there are some things, like yo-yo’s, butter, sherpas, and sushi, that extend their role in the play for all it’s worth.

Can you imagine centuries years in the future…will Television, Dorito’s, and Baseball still be around?

Writers: Will your books still be around, or just a fad “Kick?”

Artists: Will your art still be around? Or will it fade on the wall, and get relegated to yard-sale material?

Movie stars: Will your movies still be around? Or will they get stuck in the “DVD” era, and never move to (fill in the blank with whatever comes next, which might obsolete DVDs like what happened to those poor VHS’s)?

Will you be forgotten?

Just somethin’ to think about.

-j.p.

Scrapbooky

The word of the day is: Scrapbooky.

On my WordPress Visual Editor, there’s one of those annoying red-squiggly-lines underneath the word, but I don’t really care. It’s a good word, and chances are that you know what I’m saying anyhow.

To me, scrapbooky means “Multiple elements thrown together, ideally to create a visually appealing combination.”

“Oh how interesting,” they may say politely. Or, “What an eclectic composition.” What are they really thinking? “CLASH!!!!!! What a hideous mess!!!”

This dude in the picture has got it under control. He’s harvested the meaning of “Scrapbooky,” and has completely used it to his advantage to create a striking image of the nomad. Pick up a Kufiyya in Al-Riyadh, grab a camel from the Sinai peninsula, and buy a vest from your local Arabic “Wal-Mart.” Make sure the colors sort of coordinate (or maybe not), and call it good. Bedouin Vogue.

You can look at the whole world and call it “Scrapbooky.” The whole planet is so ridiculously diverse, and there’s elements of everything in the world all over the place. (Ha ha, if you didn’t pick up on it, that was a self-referencing sentence…) You’ve got the colorful Indians, the black-clad Londoners, the blue-jeaned Americans, the dark plains of Africa, the lush jungles of Brazil…

I could go on.

The point: Scrapbooky. It’s beautiful.

☝Photo Courtesy of http://www.dmitrimarkine.com/. In no way do I endorse his website or recommend it—I got the image off of Wikipedia.