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All righty, then.  There is thing in the realm of fiction called, The Willing Suspension of Disbelief.

This sounds like something that the reader will exclusively bring to the work, but in fact, it’s a collaboration between reader and writer.

The writer’s side of this transaction is to build a world as closely as she can, carefully explaining the rules of her fictional society/universe to the reader.  Once she’s conveyed the rules — For instance, in the Liaden Universe®, we, the authors, say that Liadens repopulate their clans via contract-marriage.  We say that they do not make use of clones or growing vats or even surrogate parents/sperm donors because Tradition is very strong in this area, possibly carried over from Old Universe, which allowed cloning, and manufactured humans, and angels imprisoned in meat sacks, and God She Knows What All Else — and it was a hot mess.  The Liadens want more control over their genes and their destiny than the Old Universe allowed.

This particular bit of world-building exists, naturally, because the authors want to play with the scenarios created by a society dependent on contract-marriage, in which life-long commitment is a rarity — and not particularly treasured for all it is so rare.

The reader, presented with this World Rule, has two choices.

She can say, “Oh, OK; that sounds like fun — I’ll buy in!  Show me what you got.”

Or, she can say, “That’s stupid.  No Right Thinking Future Society would refuse to partake of the Wonders of Science! in order to procreate.”

Let me impress upon you, the readers of this article — BOTH of those are perfectly legitimate reader reactions.  The first reader will buy the Liaden Universe® book; the second reader will buy another book; happiness will reign in both readers’ minds.

Win-win.

Now, there are a couple places where things can go wrong in the Willing Suspension of Disbelief.

The first, and most frequent problem is that the writer dropped the cake; they failed to make their world deep enough and its rules compelling enough to support the reader’s belief.

The second problem, almost as frequent, is that the writer, having built the world, established the rules, and gotten the reader’s willing acceptance of both — violates her own rules.

I should say, violates her own rules without a good reason.

A writer who violates the rules she herself created for her world in order to get herself out of a jam. . .isn’t doing it right.

A writer who takes the rules of the world she created and convincingly writes an in-world story in which the rules are broken. . .may very well be doing it right.

For instance, there’s room in the Liaden Universe® for a story about someone/some clan who did, indeed, resort to cloning.  In fact, I’m feeling some resonance there in the story-chamber part of my brain; there are a lot of useful things that such a story might say about the Code, Liaden society, the heart. Such a story might serve to reinforce the world-building, while being contrary to the rules.

Another possible slippage of belief can happen from the reader’s side, as when the reader comes to the work with a Very Strong Set of her own rules, which she cannot set aside, because these rules are, to her, Only Common Sense, or What All Right Thinking People (or Societies) Would Do.  These unspoken, and sometimes unexamined, prejudices can rear their heads in unexpected ways.

For instance, confronted with a beloved character’s death, a reader will suddenly throw book across the room, and declare, “That’s stupid!  It’s always been stupid that Liadens don’t have bodyguards!  Of course, they would have bodyguards!  Anyone would!”

Except the Liaden society doesn’t seem to lean much to bodyguards, as the authors have presented it.  Liaden society seems to lean heavily on melant’i and on one’s personal ability to protect oneself.

A reader may also refuse to read about a father who abandons his child, no matter the provocation, because of a belief, rooted in the so-called Real World, that there is never a legitimate reason to abandon one’s child.

A problem may also arise when a reader goes into a story knowing How It Will Go — and the story doesn’t go there.  If the reader cannot easily relinquish their preconception, or if the writer isn’t skilled enough in their storytelling to gentle the reader into accepting the “variant” plot, then the reader will fall out of the story, and be disappointed.

So, to sort of wind this up. . .Advice.

If you’re a writer, build the best world you can, with rules that you’ve thought about, that have consequences which excite you as a storyteller.  If you don’t believe in your world, how can you expect a reader to believe in it?

As a writer, you do have the option to “answer” the work of colleagues with which you do not “agree” or which you believe has been inadequately or questionably explored.  You might, for instance, read the Dragon Riders of Pern series, and say to yourself, “No, wait. . .how would that kind of bound really work out?” and wind up writing A Companion to Wolves in order to figure it out.  You need to be careful here, and you need to be respectful of your source, but it’s not an unknown technique by any means.

You might, for another instance, read three Secret Baby Romances and decide to come up with a scenario where (1) a Secret Baby actually Makes Sense, and (2) the best care of the child was the primary care of the adults in the piece, even above their own happiness, and so produce Local Custom.

And, if you’re a reader, it might be helpful to bear in mind that there are very few “wrong” books.  There are books that aren’t your cuppa — there are books that aren’t my cuppa — that may perfectly hit the spot for another reader.

Rant done.

 

I slept in, with the active connivance of the entire Crack Coon Cat Nursing Team, and am slowly getting myself into order.  I don’t appear to have acquired any new aches or pains overnight, which is good; the knee is considerably less swollen, which, of course, will make it that much more difficult to remember to give it its tithe of ice and elevation, but I’ll do my best.  Good thing I put the footstool back under my desk.  My ribs are kicking up much less of a fuss today than I had feared they would do, which is really more good luck than I deserve, especially as it’s supposed to rain today, and! (naturally enough) I expect a shipment of several cases of books which UPS will bring to the porch.  The back-up plan there is a tarp (since it’s a covered porch), but I’d really much rather bring them inside.

At three today, I’ll be talking to Tony Daniel in his melant’i as host of the Baen Free Radio Hour, on behalf of Liaden Constellation, Volume 3.  I’ll let y’all know when that episode is to air.

At the moment, I have two of the Crack Coon Cat Nursing Team on hand — Belle on the floor next to my chair, and Trooper in his usual place on top the bookcase near the window.  Sprite, I assume, is getting some needed downtime and a little snack before she comes back on duty.  Scrabble has been keeping vigil in Steve’s office, emerging for meals and for brushes, and to check in with Management.

Steve writes that he expects to be back in Maine by the end of the week, which is good news.

My plan today, insomuch as I have a plan is to post this blog entry, set a timer for 30 minutes, do some filing, then retire to the comfy chair for ice, elevation, and a couple chapters of my book.  This will give me an opportunity to assess further, though I really do think that, at this point, what I see is what I got.

Hope everyone is having a good Wednesday.

Here, have a parade:  Here’s your link.

The Day, as Planned, included a stop to gas up Kineo the Wonder Subaru before driving cross-town for an appointment at the Radiology Department at the hospital.  At about 9:50, I was walking down the sidewalk toward the main entrance to the hospital when I — fell off the kerb.

No, I don’t know HOW I fell off the kerb; suffice that I did, and tried to twist to regain my balance, went down hard on one knee, at which point my body got with the program, and I twisted so that I flopped over onto my side, and ohbytheway slamming my ribs into the nice hard asphalt.

A woman who had been coming down the walk toward me, rushed up, exclaiming, “That was a terrible fall!  Are you all right?”

I, of course, was more embarrassed than hurting — hello, adrenaline — leapt to my feet, assured her I was fine, looked at my left knee which was kind of stinging, but, hey, how bad could it be, if the jeans weren’t torn — and found that I had a respectable scrape, but nothing really serious.

At that point, a PA came rushing out of the OBGYN door, which I was nearing when I fell, and she also told me that I had taken a terrible fall.  I assured her that I was fine, just a skun knee.  She looked doubtful, asked me where’d I’d been going, I told her Radiology, and she walked me there, about a mile out of her way, and by the time we arrived, I found that — anyone?

C’mon, you guys, this one’s EASY — yes, you!  What did I find?  Very good.

I found that my skun knee was now swollen up to the size of a Regulation Baseball.

I asked the radiology receptionist for ice.  She took one look and yelled for her supervisor, who dispatched a volunteer for an ice bag, found out why I was there and together we formed the plan that I would have my appointment, and then they would take me to the ER for an Xray, since I had fallen on hospital property.

Those things eventually came to pass, and I proceeded in a homeward direction, stopping at the grocery store for things that I was completely out of, and now I’m home and have three cats within an arm’s reach.

The plan for the rest of the day is to eat a lunch salad, with a side of aspirin, and try to sleep it off.

No music today, sorry. . .

So, it’s gonna be a hot one today, for Maine values of hot.  The weatherbeans are calling 90F/32C and sunny.

Steve got on the road early, heading south.  I’ve got some chores to do here around the house.  The plan is that I’ll get to them as what I can get to while it’s still cool, then camp out in the comfy chair with a book.  Steve hooked up the living room A/C yesterday, so the cats and I will have a cool zone.

Looking at the week ahead, the next chapter of Shan and Priscilla will need to get posted.  I also expect a delivery of a couple hundred copies of Liaden Universe® Constellation, Volume 3 early in the week, which will be the preorders y’all placed with the Uncle.  I’ll sign and personalize those; Steve will add his signature when he gets back home, and off they’ll go to Minneapolis.

Tuesday, I have the second in a series of two visits to the Radiology Department, which I Very Much Hope will be the End of That. . .

. . .and that’s just about it — not a strenuous week at all.  Monday’s supposed to not be quite so warm as today, then the temps will fall off to the more seasonal mid-to-low-80s, so I’ll be able to address chores and ebooking and writing without having to drag portable A/C units around the house.  Excellent.

What’s your upcoming week look like?

Today’s blog post brought to you courtesy of Danny Kaye, “I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts.”  Here’s your link.