Google First

A joke among writers is that, if law enforcement officials were to check their Internet search history, they would be booked for suspicion of murder.

There’s truth to that. Writers create all sorts of scenarios in their stories, gruesome as well as delightful, and some things don’t lend themselves well to the old adage “write what you know”. So you don’t need to shoot people or ballistic gelatin to find out how bullet wounds work, nor do you need to slice people to know the difference between arterial and venous bleeding. Thank goodness, because I’m a rather peace-loving person. (Note: I have searched both of the mentioned topics.)

Most of my internet searches don’t appear so gruesome. Google maps has allowed me to map a cross-country trip from Pickle Lake, Ontario (yes, it exists) to Wilson Sink Reservoir, NV (yes, it too exists) and inspect the terrain around the latter for Whose Hearts are Mountains. I have examined rooms in the Grand Hotel in Mackinaw Island and boarded the Strena Spirit in Gdynia, Poland for Prodigies. 

Before the advent of the Internet, I would have had to do all of this research in libraries, by locating experts (without Googling them), or with hands on experience. I quit writing Whose Hearts are Mountains 30 plus years ago, because I couldn’t find good documentation on what a desert was like,. Now the Internet allows me to pick a spot of desert, find out what the flora and fauna are, figure out the temperatures at night in March, and investigate how one can raise food through greenhouses and dry land farming.

The important thing to note about getting details right is that, if the writer doesn’t get the details right, the readers will — and they will not let the writer live this down. “That’s not an AK-47, that’s an AR-15” is a common refrain of gun aficionados on the Internet, and each knowledge base has its experts and fans who will find the mistakes in the writer’s narrative. Usually, of course, by Googling.

So it’s best to Google first.

More NaNo –Day 4

I’ve been doing something different this year for NaNo — I’m not trying to push myself too hard, because I’m afraid I will burn out. I’m writing 1667 words a day, which is the minimum it takes to win NaNo in 30 days. (Ok, I might write more today because it’s only noon but…)

My favorite searches so far on Google: tall slim male body measurements, cool summer seasonal color palette, cool summer seasonal color palette reds, silver grey, cool winter color palette, bright winter, fops, Father Christmas.

I continue pretty much flying by the seat of my pants, and frankly, it’s fun!

Disillusionment with the Internet

My friends, this is why I wish I knew who read this blog:

Late last week, I got a barrage of 10-12 hits from Russia in a very short period of time, from a domain I discovered was a hotbed of bot activity. That means instead of a reader, Russia was data mining.

Two days ago, I hooked my account to Google+, and three things happened:
1) A foreign acquaintance had linked to me at one point, but unsubscribed as soon as I linked back to him;
2) I got a flurry of US hits all at once, which suggested a US bot;
3) Three people with almost identical profiles (Canadian or French, lots of inspirational posters, and then all sorts of ads for questionable loans, smart drugs, and a sugar daddy service.  They had the same ads.

I’m an idealist. I’d like to believe that person from France isn’t trying to sell me modafinil. I’d like to believe that my Canadian audience is following me instead of using a borrowed personality to try to suck me into a scam. I’d like to believe that there’s a Russian teen out there who wants to understand writing better, and someone from Portugal who finds my writing interesting.

I’d like to believe I’m not setting myself up for more spam.
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I’m an optimist, I understand. I would like to believe that all of you are reading and getting something out of this blog, and that it’s helping me not only improve my writing skills but helping me make connections, real and caring connections.

I’m beginning to wonder if I’m deluding myself.

I didn’t write yesterday.

I didn’t write yesterday.

I guess sometimes I need a break. Although I spent a few hours doing the following searches:

permaculture greenhouses
permaculture greenhouse plants
honey bees
honey bees Elko NV
Africanized honeybees
honey bees greenhouse
lizards eastern NV
venomous reptiles eastern NV

And I’m still looking. I have six greenhouses to fill with herbs, greens, and the like — well, five, because one dome is a production greenhouse for seedlings and the like.

Wish me luck today — I’d like to get 2000 words in!

Thank you, Google!

A joke among writers these days is “I hope nobody looks at my search history”. This is an excerpt of my Internet search history for this novel:

Sindarin language
Tengwar alphabet
Gold bullion
Pickle Lake ON
Grand Marais MN
Duluth MN
rat finish automobile
petroleum fractionator
biodiesel
jatropha biodiesel
castor oil biodiesel
sewage biodiesel
transesterification biodiesel
Pickle Lake, ON to Chicago
Milwaukee Avenue subway station Chicago
Adair, IA I-80 rest stop
Bull Mastiff
How dogs kill
Wagonhound, WY rest stop
Pine Bluffs WY
smallpox
underground desert housing
Owyhee Desert
desert sheep breeds
Navajo Churro sheep
Mammoth Jacks
desert goat breeds
guanacos
Great Pyrenees
off-road motorcycle
Nubian goats
goat milk
mare’s milk
dry land farming
water reclamation
how to build a generator
borax mine Nevada
working knife wood handle
natural black dyes
pumice mine Nevada
flora Elko County Nevada
mines Elko County Nevada
ricin poisoning symptoms
how easy is it to synthesize ricin

(Note: I did not search “HOW to synthesize ricin”, because I really don’t want to know.)

This is only a partial search. When I write, I envision subject matter experts leaning over my shoulder saying, “No way can you put straight castor oil in that car!” and the like. Remember also that I’m not great at visualizing things, even if I’ve seen them before like the Milwaukee Avenue subway station in Chicago or the Adair, IA rest stop.

I could use a “fantasy version” of my post-United States, I guess, but I want people to feel the discomfort of seeing familiar places turned to rubble. So I need to work with earth rules — except for the Archetypes, of course …

Interrogating Google

I’m not pushing myself for Camp Nano this time. I feel guilty, because I’ve written much more for NaNo and Camp NaNo — 50,000 words in one month is my usual challenge. But most of my novels have been contemporary fantasy, set in enclaves where the rules of the world were a little different. Or else they happened in familiar parts of the United States (“you write what you know”) and I didn’t have to do much research to write them.

Not so this novel. One of the characters comes from Poland and two from Japan. Because of this, I want to get the customs, beliefs, taboos, body language, and natural character correct — not as stereotypes, but as character traits. Big difference. Because our characters are currently in Poland, I want to get the details of Polish rail travel, popular food, even the sound of sirens correct. I read maps in Polish (and mangle the pronounciations badly, because ‘Glowny’ is pronounced ‘Goovneh’ or something like that). I use Google Translate a couple times a day, sometimes to translate whole pages. This is how I discovered that “Krakow Misalliance” is a food item at an all-night pierogi place in Krakow (which is pronounced ‘Krakov’).

I feel like I’m writing a term paper.

People who write historical fiction read the above sentence and have no pity. They do this process every time they write. This is why they’re called ‘historians’. I fantasize. It’s what I do. I had a dream where Ichirou shows Grace a screen saver he had drawn and animated that brings her into an unnatural state of calm. I wanted to explore these characters, Ichirou’s strange talent, why they’re in the same place at the same time, and the ethical considerations of Ichirou’s talent. In other words, I interrogated the dream again.

Little did I know I would be interrogating Google as a result.

Oh well, that which does not kill me makes me stronger.