Wonk Is in the Blood

Serena Bell has written a number of thoughtful posts in which she suggests that wonk is unavoidable, for a certain sort of writer. And Del Dryden wrote a wonderful post just yesterday suggesting that for wonky characters, weirdness is not optional. It just is. And their journey is about figuring out that their difference is an asset.

Well. Let me just say. Today I saw this . . .

And it makes me think two things simultaneously.

(1) This guy is not wonk-optional. His wonkiness is deep in his bones or his blood. There’s no way to get it out.

(2) I have to write a book about him. Have. To. Havetohavetohavetohaveto.

And what (2) tells me is that, yes, Serena is right. Del is right. It’s just in me. I can’t get it out. I simply have to turn it to my advantage.

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My mind is a blank

Folks, it’s hard to follow a post that involves a recommendation featuring surprise anal. I’m not gonna lie. I’m daunted.

I also haven’t read any good wonk lately, myself, in part because I’m working on about three different manuscripts right now and my head is already full enough of characters and plots. So today I’m going to shift gears a bit and discuss writing wonk. Because whatever I’m writing, I suspect it will turn out wonked in the end.

How does it get that way? I don’t know. My current projects range from contemporary erotic romance to YA/middle grade steampunk. That right there probably tells you something. Perhaps an examination of the plots will tell me more about where I tend to veer off the beaten path? Let’s see…a reunion-on-a-road-trip geek romance (with bonus kink); an enemies-to-lovers, repressed-boy meets spirited-girl steampunk road rally (with bonus opium eaters); and two kids, one of whom isn’t what she seems, fighting against a system that is repressive in many ways, both overt and hidden (with bonus gears, cogs and bitchy, uncooperative fairies). Aside from the bonuses, pretty routine stuff. I think it’s those bonuses that do it.

But the characters…ah, the characters. The plots might range wildly, but what all these stories (and a lot of wonkomances, I think) have in common is a certain type of character. All of them want to belong somewhere, and would probably love to be capable of belonging in the mainstream. They sort of wish they were normal, because normal would be so much easier. Normal would mean knowing what to expect, and knowing what is expected. They can’t have that, though. And a fundamental part of their journey must be learning to fashion a life in which their weird is the new normal. In which their freakish flaws become useful, valued traits – or at least aren’t a functional impediment to happiness anymore. The wonked character nearly always faces this struggle: to change their self-perception. To celebrate their otherness, and find the strengths inherent in their variance from the norm.  Or, conversely, to find that the rest of the world isn’t normal either – there is no “normal”, there are only averages that fail to tell individual stories.

So that is my epiphany du jour: wonky characters just want to belong to the club like everyone else, but they can’t, so they have to learn to start their own clubs. Sometimes with bonus oddities.

My mind is a blank, but it’s obviously a wonky blank.

However, I’m still short on reading material, in case I get a spare minute in between writing all this stuff. I downloaded a bunch of free reads from Amazon the other day, but none of it looks appealing to me now. So gimme some recs, people! Show me your wonks of the week!

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Out In the Swamp, Things Are Murkier

I’m reading (the non-romance) Swamplandia by Karen Russell. Most of the time I just sit there with my mouth hanging open thinking, Really? It’s so wacky. A Florida theme park devoted to alligator wrestling. Three painfully isolated and insulated children struggling to remake their worlds after their mother’s death and the park’s closing. One sibling converses with ghosts, another raises a baby red alligator, the third tries to make money at a competitor theme park. The mind boggles. The writing is beautiful, but ninety percent of the time I can’t enjoy it because my brain is screaming its disbelief. (And I loved Geek Love by Katherine Dunn, which is even wackier and even more decidedly NOT for the faint of heart, and, lest you be deceived by the title, NOT A ROMANCE.)

Speaking of Wonkomance, there is a paranormal love story in this book. The older sister falls in love with and has sex with a ghost, a dead dredgeman. She elopes with him and follows him to the underworld to live forever. Or maybe she doesn’t. That’s the difference between whacked out literary novels and paranormal romances. In whacked out literary novels, there’s ambiguity. The older sister is maybe crazy or maybe for real, and the younger sister who tracks her with a Bird Man aboard her boat is maybe deluded and maybe a hopeless romantic and a faithfully devoted sibling. (I confess to missing ambiguity less than I thought I would when I defected from reading mainly literary novels to reading mainly romance. I always had a grumpy relationship with not quite knowing WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON.)

Someone told me you either love or hate Swamplandia. And sure enough, when my book circle met last night, it quickly divided into those that loved and those that hated. The readers who loved it were captivated by its weirdness, transported. They felt that they’d been given a glimpse of something rare and startling, like an orchid. The ones who hated it felt that Karen Russell had tried too hard and overreached. They felt that you could see the seams of her striving to be different. It a way, it came down to what people could believe, which came down to what they’d experienced. The more someone’s own experience included the odd, the ungainly, the unusual, or the egregious, the more willing they were to believe that Russell was just capturing the fringes of reality. And if they believed she was recording rather than inventing, they approved. It struck me how much we want our fiction to be, at bottom credible. We know it’s not fact, but we want it to be true. If we get wind of the fact that it’s crafted and not observed, we rebel.

That’s the problem with being a boundary-pusher: If you portray the people and the stories that are toward the shared center of what we’ve experienced, you may not wow readers or change the world, but you will also not activate that irritable disbelief that makes people actively HATE a book like Swamplandia. It’s risky, being out there at the marginal edge of what can happen, and the best you can hope for, if you write stuff that’s so edgy, is that fifty percent of your readers will love it and fifty percent will hate it. Which is why no one writes Wonkomance on purpose. We write it because our characters persist in being wonky, despite our trying to make them mainstream, or because we just have to “let the characters do their thing” and that’s what happens. But people mostly don’t set out to write Wonkomance. “I think I’ll rule out half my audience!” is just not a good numbers game.

(It’s worth noting that a good portion of the books we now consider classics started in this cutting-edge purgatory. If everyone who wrote tried their damnedest to occupy the safe center, we would all be bored to death before we could have grim apocalyptic outcomes like the one in Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, another you-love-it-or-hate-it book that is destined to become a classic.)

I have a suspicion that we’re safe from that outcome, though, because I’m fairly certain that if you’ve got the wonky gene, you can’t shut it down. I suspect that when wonky writers try to write the wonk out, they mostly end up losing their je ne sais quoi. And then, instead of fifty percent of their readers saying, “REALLY?” and the other fifty percent saying, “This is f—king brilliant,” a hundred percent shrug and put the book down and forget they were in the middle of it.

The trick is to be contented with your half-size audience and write the hell out of your wonky characters for them. So in fact, “you either love this book or you hate it” will become praise you’ll someday celebrate, instead of ticking off good and bad Goodreads reviews and living or dying on the tally.



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