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Writing What You Know Is Not A Path


It’s a gate. It’s a place to start, whether you’re describing a character or a place or an action. And you know more than you think.

Especially if you write science fiction or fantasy. Because then you’re free to make up the things you know from whole cloth in a few spots, maybe many. That’s a privilege other genres don’t have like we get in SFFPHM (Science Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Horror, Magical realism). Other writers might make up a town or something, but their worlds are expected to act totally like the real world.

Settings aside, writing what you know also doesn’t mean every character has to be a writer or a retail person or a middle manager or whatever variety of things it might be that you do with your lifetime. Doesn’t mean all your aliens need to know what it’s like to poop or vomit. Doesn’t mean that your orcs need to be the orcs you know from all those movies with the really short dudes and a jewelry fetish.

Write what you know is great for writing the human bit of your story, though it’s a damn good thing to remember that if you’re writing about a culture or subculture you’re not familiar with, it’s best to consult members of that culture. Unless it’s elves. You’re not going to find any real elves to consult about your fictional ones, I’m afraid. HOWEVER that said if you’re going to base your elves’ culture strongly on the culture of southern Spain, you’d better be familiar with southern Spain in some significant way.

’nuff said. I’ve already harped on that enough and I hope you were listening.

Write what you know means the practical simple things around you, sure. Do use your memories, your pain, your joy, things that happened to you, places and people you’ve met (though tread lightly when writing a person who’s close to you lest ye complicate yer relationship).

Use the things that made you grieve. Use the things that made you weep with joy. You can choose not to reveal that those things came from within yourself if that’s what you want or need to do. Do use your writerly skills to file the serial numbers off them.

Write things you know you can feel. Because feeling (Hemingway would say, did say, bleeding) on the page speaks to readers. It can reach into your readers’ hearts where mere skill can only titillate their minds.

There are plenty of successful authors who do the latter. But the stories that do the former are remembered. They change minds and sometimes lives.

Don’t think it’s easy, though. No author succeeds at that every time. In fact, I think it’s an ideal that is rarely reached.

Do reach for it.


Thirteen Word Story: The Fullest Quiver


The Fullest Quiver

Beneath the cult compound ten thousand artificial wombs labored constantly, preparing for judgment.

It’s Easier to Write Aliens

So, I’ve been tinkering with this Flowers of Dawn story.  So far, a diplomat on leave following the death of her spouse has been befriended by an alien she’s previously only interacted with professionally.  The alien accompanies her to the graveyard.  She leaves a stone.  The alien leaves a… well, a green bean-thing.  I won’t go into what happens next, because I can’t swear it won’t change in editing.


But I’m not writing this to get into the plot.  I’m writing this because, as I was writing, I found myself thinking about my protagonist.  We’re so different.  Man, I hope I’m writing her well.  I mean, she’s human and I’m human, so we definitely have some common ground.  She’s definitely a product of Western culture, and so am I.  Okay, that’s good.


I’m definitely heading down diversity way in writing her, though.  I’m an atheist Caucasian straight male writer and, for the second time in my life, student.  I’ve never been an aspiring career guy.   And I’m writing a bereaved Jewish lesbian career diplomat.


Writing someone very culturally different than myself is a bit of a challenge.  Writing an alien is easy, I can just make it up as I go along.  But writing a very different human… well, that’s more challenging ground.  I’m not so worried about an alien showing up and saying I wrote it all wrong.  In fact, that would be awesome, I’d love to meet an alien in person.  At least, I would so long as it wasn’t one of the world-conquering humanity-enslaving types.  But I am a little concerned that when I publish this story, a Jewish lesbian career diplomat might just stop by to tell me I’m full of shit.


Oh, well.  At least with her being a diplomat, I can pretty much count on her doing it politely.