Why am I at University?

I go to Uni. That’s short for University. Apparently that’s not readilly apparent to anyone overseas, anywhere, so obviously, Australia’s the only place that calls it that. Which figures, because we shorten everything to nicknames. Even things that are already nicknames. Take the name nickname Pete: short for Peter. We add an O to it, to make Pete-o.

Okay, no, that only happens in certain heavy-on-the-Australian-ism bars, which I totally don’t spend my Friday nights in.

“Get back to the point!”

I’m doing a Creative Writing degree, and I’ve realised a couple things lately, firstmost and most-primary of which is, that “character stories are good” ie: Literary novels > commercial novels. Do commercial novels count as Literature? How about literature with a small ‘l’? Well, at my Uni, apparently they’re not that good. Sure, they make lots of money and are extremely well-known in the here and now – take J.K. Rowling, Dan Brown, Terry Brooks, Alastair Reynolds, etc. But do they matter? The short answer is: no. They don’t get taught in schools (that I know of) because they weren’t written in the 1700′s and they don’t examine characters and they don’t pick apart a theme until there’s nothing left to say. They don’t have an amazing first sentence that makes a point about the human condition. Mostly though, it’s the character-driven-ness that they don’t have. These are all things that my Uni wants us to write about, always.

But what if I had no idea character was that important until I started this course? What if I want to just write better so I can get my books on shelves and selling? I for one never knew that classics had such intellectual importance, if not the kind of things that appeal to me: everything genre fiction tends to have. Don’t get me wrong, they’re classics for a reason and you never know what will become one unless you know what separates classic from commercial. 1000 years from now, I doubt Dan Brown will be on the Great Classics booklist. I could be wrong. Charles Dickens wrote for money, but we still teach him – we preserve him. I guess it comes down to just that: preservation value. Is it worth preserving, that is the question!

My Uni has a tendency to teach almost exclusively classics. Which is fine. But everything they go on about is applicable to character stories… but not necessarily books with a focus on plot. Obviously, this division is a binary one, and things are always much more complicated than that. But do you know how hard it is to do a ‘character study’ with explosions, gunfire, spaceships, aliens, dragons, werewolves, terrorists, cyborgs, ninjas and the like flying at you? Me either, but that would be… interesting. It certainly wouldn’t fit in the genre, that’s for sure.

Obviously, some attention and care towards characters is important – characters are what makes any story happen. In genre fiction, that’s less of a driving force, but things still come down to personality and interpersonal conflict between the protagonist and the vampires, or the protagonist and the aliens, or the protagonist and the terrorists. If the protagonist does nothing, or worse, fails, the bad guys win. That’s a simple formula, and I have to admit, my stuff is along those lines. I’m not aiming for Wuthering Heights or Hard Times material. I have more in common with Jim Butcher and even John Birmingham than I ever will with anything my friend Melissa reads (Bronte, Austin, Dickens, etc). Granted, we both hold Alice In Wonderland in high regard. So does my brother. I understand the message in Lord of the Rings is an important one.

But at the end of the day, I write for the more immediate kind of appeal, not for lasting Literary importance. It would be nice to travel into the future and see that I’m being taught in schools. And just because I’m writing for money, doesn’t mean I have to churn out utter bilge, filth, child poison – like certain authors I’ve had to read, and despised with a passion that defies reason. But I never considered myself the snooty elitist cliche, and never wrote as such. As such, it’s hard to escape the feeling that there’s a serious divide between me, and the rest of the people in my course, other than say Jake and maybe Tiffany (though she uses a lot of them big words).

Phew, that went on a bit didn’t it?

In summary, my course, while awesome, doesn’t really apply to my kind of writing. It certainly helps me write better though, and that’s money well spent. I just don’t believe certain types of writing are inherently better, quality aside. Which is why I’m seriously considering Open University’s speculative fiction course (I think it’s they who offer it). Maybe that way I’ll be able to learn how to write better explosions.

A non-professional update

To all two people watching my blog…

I’ve been quite absorbed in my Uni work lately. Like, barely able to do much else absorbed. Now, granted I’m only part time, but still. It feels like all I’m doing is Uni work. I’ve gotten just a taste of what it’s like for full timers.

Anyway, here’s a rundown of what’s happened since last blog.

First, and most recently, I’ve gotten Children of Fire chapter one, and the prologue, critiqued. Twice. They loved the style and the action scenes were my strongest point. I’ll be putting this up on the uni forum for *another* critique. Hey, might as well use everything I can.

Interestingly enough, I probably don’t need my lecturer/tutor’s commentary on the direction of the novel, partly because finding your own way and discovering the story yourself is one of the most rewarding parts of writing, but mostly, because I’ve been doing it for two consecutive NaNoWriMo’s and started again with a rewritten synopsis after that. Besides, I’ve got the Vision writer’s group, members of Melanie’s group such as Jordan, and the Brisbane Sci Fi and Fantasy Group to discuss the story with. I’ve gotten onto a real roll with this idea, really starting to polish it properly now too. It’s coming together nicely, this synopsis, and the writing ain’t bad either.

I’ve also been reading a book on Cognitive Behavioural Therapy for my depression and anger issues, not to mention my sheer pessimism. Going from perfectly happy teen to miserable Bernard Black type in the matter of months was not fun. Staying that way through all of my ‘prime’ years is even funner. Someone at the critique group said I had a vacant expression. I was just thinking. Lots of things were going through my head on sunday. That’s all. That, and I don’t show any expressions. Ever. I’m like J. M. Coetzee: someone lived with him for 10 years and saw him smile ONCE. That exemplifies his monkish dedication to his work, and my kind of seriousness.

I have found time to go out though; it hasn’t been ALL work. I’ve been to a unique little bar in the valley (hiss!) called the Mana Bar. Mana, as anyone who’s played just about any RPG knows, is your magic bar. Yes, that’s right… they’ve created a bar for gamers, and not the pokies, which is for old losers who use two at a time and hog it for everyone. But I don’t go into that part of the local tavern, because I’d rather live music than the repetitive drone of pokie machines pretending to sound like coins to lure you in and suck away at your soul.

Ahem!

The Mana Bar is an amazing new idea – an inner-city nightclub-district video game bar, where there’s games, alcohol and, most shocking (in the best way), girls! Ok sure, I knew there were gamer girls in Brisbane. Somewhere. I just didn’t know they actually came in cute varieties like some guys’ gamer girlfriends (we learned about alliteration today) or in adorable, blonde, cute, zombie-killing, caped crusader loving Batman fangirls with an automatic weapon in their hand 90% of the time. You know, this is the first I’ve actually admitted it, but I think I have a crush on this particular bartender. I mean, I don’t really know her, so it’s kind of premature and ethereal. But the beginnings of the worst of my feelings is definitely there. Expect to hear a tale like that of the Exemplification Of The Worst Of My Luck, aka the Coffee Shop Girl.

This is all on the heels of a Respiratory Tract Infection. THAT was a fun two weeks! Not only did I cough constantly, I also got headaches and felt like the room was spinning. I had to call for a lift to the blood test people and then to the xray place because there was no way I could catch the bus and walk the two or three miles down the road in my condition. Nor could I go anywhere near a guy I know from church who has lukemia or something like that – he’s in a wheelchair and is all bone – and he had a near-death experience last time he caught a cold. No way was I going to be responsible for that. Sure, I didn’t have to do bible study (I know half the good book, and what I know I know backwards, or at least did 10 years ago) but it also meant I couldn’t socialise. The WORST part though? Besides 6 types of medication ON TOP OF my antidepressants and sleeping pills?

No.

Alcohol.

Two weeks, sick and sober. And unable to do critiques at a decent pace, nor to make it to Uni to hand them in. I was sick, and I managed to post the critiques of my classmates memoirs, but not one of the bastards posted anything for me. Thanks guys.

So that’s how life’s been for me. There’s been writing, gaming and sickness. There’s been social stuff, but only in limited capacity between working on assignments and coughing up phlemn. And I think I’ve covered everything there.