Posts Tagged With: Orson Scott Card

BookGoodies.com: Do you listen (or talk to) to your characters?

Do you talk to your characters?

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I once got to hear Orson Scott Card talk about his writing method. He went on at great length about how the voices of his characters talked to him.

The voices told him to do this, he said, the voices told him to do that.

As he droned on endlessly, a friend leaned over to me and said in a stage whisper:

“My voices are telling me to kill!”

The audience cracked up. Orson Scott Card was not amused.

But the thing is . . . that really is how it works. You hear the characters in your head, the same way you can hear the voices of your parents or your friends.

You know what they would say in a certain situation. And when you’re writing a book, you can turn that into the story.

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Depeche Mode, Pizza and the Nebula Awards

Believe me, this has absolutely everything to do with science fiction, bestselling authors and the Nebula Awards, since all of these things undoubtedly have one thing that links them: pizza.

Come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never eaten a pizza while watching Star Trek or between events at your last convention.  Right?  And I guarantee you that Connie Willis, Joe Haldeman, Orson Scott Card or SOMEBODY with a Nebula on their mantelpiece has eaten pizza, possibly within the last week.

And what about Pizza the Hutt?  I rest my case.  Science fiction is inextricably linked to pizza.

So, without further ado, here’s my own contribution to all things pizza, in the form of lyrics.  (Go ahead, sing it.  I dare you.)

PERSONAL PIZZA
(sung to Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode)

Your own personal pizza
Get some toppings that please
No anchovies

Your own personal pizza
Something to heed your pleas
For extra cheese

Eating alone
Dinner unknown
Danger zone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
You know I will deliver

Extra toppings
Or get some hot wings
A delivery fee
And gratuity
Lift up the receiver
You know I will deliver

Reach out for breadsticks
Reach out for breadsticks

Your own (your own)
Personal (personal)
Pizza

Reach out for breadsticks…

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