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There’s a story in my head.

Friday, November 30th, 2007
  

It’s been there for about a year now.  Over that time it’s changed, mutated, grown, evolved.  But I haven’t got any of it down on “paper” yet.  It’s still just “there” changing over time, becoming longer, shorter, more mature.  I haven’t written a single word of it, but it still grows.

“Why aren’t you writing it down?” you ask.

“I’m not sure.” would be my answer.

Perhaps I’m worried that once I start, it will lose some of its magic, or that I’ll lose sight of why I wanted to write this tale in the first place.  You see, it’s a very personal story.  Based on my life and the life of my stepson, though neither of us will be mentioned.

It’s the story of someone who would like nothing more than to fit in, to belong in a society that has a certain idea of who and what you are supposed to be, how you should act, and a very critical view of anyone different.  this may seem strange to another writer.  All of us tend to be a little “different”.  We were never what the world expected of us, no matter what that happened to be. But when I’ve been this way all my life.  the loner, the dreamer, that kid in the corner who could never stop fidgeting, who spoke out of turn, whose enthusiasm was unbridled and out of place in a nice idyllic school setting.

S o goes the life of the main character of the tale in my head.  An elf in Santa’s workshop that just can’t quite fit in.  that is until the big guy steps in and finds a place for him.  A story for every kid out there who lives on the outside of his friends, his class or his family.

A story for kids like I was.

What do you think?  Should I write it,or just let it continue to grow?

More on copyright (from my soapbox)

Tuesday, November 27th, 2007
  

*The writer walks to the center of the stage carrying a rather silly looking soapbox covered in drawings of magic bubbles and bearing the word “soap” in large stenciled letters, which he places on the floor at his feet.*

A while back I wrote a short piece here about Ursula K. LeGuin’s open letter on copyright infringement with regards to a story reprinted on boingboing.net by Cory Doctorow. Cory has since removed the document and posted a public apology, which is a mater of good manners, and I applaud him for doing so.

In my original entry, I expressed my admiration of Miss LeGuin for going after someone she felt had copied her work illegally. I stand behind that statement. I am in the unfortunate position of having to do the same thing at the moment, and it’s a fairly daunting task. (but I’ll cover that in the next entry.) Miss LeGuin fought for her right to choose where her material could and could not be published, and that is her prerogative. I’m glad that in the end everything worked out,though I understand there are still some ill feelings involved. To paraphrase Cory Doctorow:

… Since then, I’ve worked through mutual friends to convey this to Ms Le Guin. My understanding is that she is unsatisfied and remains upset with me.

The fact is, mistakes happen. Misunderstanding happen. It’s human nature. As long as people show enough respect to the original authors in these cases, the issues can and usually are, resolved amicably. My issue on copyright goes far beyond this type of incident.

But there are people on the other side of this issue as well. Initially I had posted on this subject simply to alert the writing community, or at least the part of it that sails into this little port on the Internet Sea, of what was happening. Following that, I promptly moved on to other matters. (The ones involved in putting food on my table.)

I was a bit surprised to receive a comment on the original article some 36 days later that stated the following:

UrsulaKLeguin is worng. Copyright excess are too bad. Free culture.
Fortunately I Haven’t read any of her books, never will.
I’ll use my time on more clever authors.

The only thing UKL has spread is: copyright is bad for culture, her letter, and this case is a perfect lesson on this.

*The writer steps up onto the soapbox before him.*

Copyright is bad for culture… It’s an interesting theory in an idealogical and rather Utopian liberal kind of way. Unfortunately this comment simply proves that most of the voices in the chant against copyright have no real idea of what they are talking about. If you think I’m being heavy handed or unfair, I’m not.

Let’s break down the information we get from this one comment.

This person first states that Miss LeGuin is wrong. I might even be willing to listen to the reason they felt that this was so. Unfortunately, they didn’t give one. They have given an opinion, not an argument.

The next two “sentences” aren’t even coherent English, but let’s see if I can get something out of them.

“Copyright excess are too bad.”

Apparently this person thinks that Miss LeGuin is enforcing her rights to excess. Either that or that copyright infringement is “just too bad”.

If the former is the case, it works like this. She wrote it. By the laws of the U.S. She has the right to say who may and who may not publish the piece so long as she has not signed publication rights away. Period.

If the latter is the case, then I wonder what this person will be reading if he or she gets their way? You’re not exactly going to have a lot of bookstores if everyone is busy republishing the same piece of work in their own name. Nor are there going to be many professional writers if they can’t get paid for their work. It’s simple economics.

The idea that people would continue to publish works with no way to be compensated for it is at best, Utopian, at worst socialistic, no matter what, it’s idyllic. Are we supposed to pay writers a subsidy? Just place “writer” in your employment form, go home and collect the money…” No thanks. I prefer talented authors on my shelves. Those come about because they were good enough to make money at what they were doing. Take away copyright, you’ve taken away the incentive. Do you have a new one to offer?

Next they move on to say:

Fortunately I Haven’t read any of her books, never will.
I’ll use my time on more clever authors.

This is the same argument I get out of my six year old son when I try to feed him something new. every parent in the world has heard it. It is a juvenile response to change. So I’ll give you the same answer that I give my son.

“How do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it?”

As for the second part of this statement, you may feel free to spend your time on “more clever authors”. May I suggest Dr. Seuss and perhaps the works of Stan Lee? both have nice large pictures that will help you to visualize the story.

Personally, I’ll go back and read “The Lathe of Heaven” at least once more, the tale disturbs me on many levels,but in the end miss LeGuin leaves me feeling hopeful. And, dear commenter, if you were not aware, that particular book has been turned into a motion picture. Then of course there are the EarthSea books. Gripping from end to end. Also a motion picture. Translated into 16 languages and still flying off the shelves today, more than 20 years after they were originally written.

The final assertion of the comment:

The only thing UKL has spread is: copyright is bad for culture, her letter, and this case is a perfect lesson on this.

Miss LeGuin’s letter is a very unfortunate and necessary airing of dirty laundry. The matter could have been handled quietly and resolved without issue, but as was discussed by Mr. Doctorow, there were many failures of communication. At no point does Miss LeGuin’s letter prove that copyright is bad for culture. In fact, much of culture is built on the knowledge that “what’s mine is mine”. Civil liberties are drawn from this premise, as are individual property rights. Copyright is simply an extension of these things.

Mr. Doctorow apologized for infringing on Miss LeGuin’s rights. I can pretty much guarantee that he would fight for the reprint rights of his own works. (of which I’ve only read a bit, but what I’ve read, I like.) The fact that Mr. Doctorow was willing to apologize, even with caveats, is proof that culture is alive and well. It’s still fueling the inter workings of the people who do culturally important things.

Just like manners lubricate the gears of society.

So please, if you choose to disagree, do so with a bit of thought. You might just catch me in a better mood.

And just in case anyone is wondering. the right to use the comments left on this site is granted under “my” copyright. The fact that I did not publish a name or any other information is simply that I wanted to make a point, not necessarily a personal attack. It’s not this one person I’m irritated with in this case, it’s a much larger group that share the same mindset. If you’re going to have a battle cry, know why you’re yelling it!

*The writer steps solemnly from the soapbox, retrieves it from the stage floor and exits, stage right.*

Cleaning up - Day Two

Tuesday, November 13th, 2007
  

Sorry guys, no pictures today.  Let’s just suffice it to say that a dent has been made.  My desktop is empty, save for the iPod, my camera, speakers and a coaster that is currently home to an icy cold beer.  The bookcase is still in shambles, but other issues have begged my attention today.  I’ll get back to the regularly scheduled posting of embarrasing office photos tomorrow.  Until then….

Cleaning up - Day one

Monday, November 12th, 2007
  

It’s a common problem with creative thinkers.  Their workspaces and homes suffer neglect at the hands of the creative process.  Things get cluttered, clutter turns into a mess, and the mess turns into chaos.  All the while the person or people who should have cleaned up after themselves go on, oblivious to the problem for days, weeks, even months, until one moment when they aren’t actively creating and then stare horrified at the maelstrom that surrounds them, and the seemingly impossible task of getting things back in their proper order.

I am this type of person.  So is my wife.  We are both thinkers, intellectuals, writers, artists and semi-gourmet cooks.  Add to that parents, grandparents, friends, sons and daughters.  My wife has a full time job, and I am a Work at home Dad.  The mess just seems to be there one day, but the painful fact of the matter is that it got that way gradually, adn it could have been prevented…

But it wasn’t.

In an effort to motivate myself, and possibly others that share this habit of procrastination, I’ve decided to share what’s become of my office with all of you, and then I’ll show you the end results of the cleaning and purging that is to come.

Read on, if you dayre.

(Warning, this is not for the faint of heart..  I’ve let this go for far too long.)

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