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Accurate Descriptions

A radar tower can be a dangerous place, unless you've got the right documentation (photo courtesy dieselgression at Flickr | CC BY 2.0)

A radar tower can be a dangerous place, unless you've got the right documentation (photo courtesy dieselgression at Flickr | CC BY 2.0)

My first job out of college, I was a Technical Writer for a small manufacturer in Tulsa, Oklahoma, that produced some of the world’s best fish finders. I spent several years writing user manuals for gadgets. Then I took a new job working for the Federal Aviation Administration, where I wrote maintenance instructions for the field technicians who service and maintain our nation’s long-range radars.

They dropped me in a cubicle with mountains of documentation — literally thousands of pages describing the systems I was going to be writing about — and suggested that I try to get up to speed. I was about two weeks into that process, and just starting to feel like I had a grasp on things, when an Engineer stopped by my desk one morning, coffee mug in hand.

“Whatcha working on?” he said, jabbing his chin at the old yellowed book I was reading. “That an ARSR-4 book?”

I nodded. “I finally figured out how to read the family tree,” I said. “So now I’m having to reread all the part descriptions.”

He snickered at that, then asked seriously, “You seen one yet?” When I shook my head, his eyes got wide, and he said, “Oh, we’re gonna have to fix that!”

I had no say in it. He got me on my feet and down the hall, then I climbed into his beat up old truck and we bounced down the lane, away from the pretty, air-conditioned offices to the big, angry orange radar tower spinning on the far corner of our lot. He led me into a rickety tinker-toy elevator cage and hit a lever to send us a hundred feet up into the belly of the beast.

At the top, he opened the cage door, and I followed him out into a cramped little room, packed with electronics and machinery, and rumbling with the constant growl of the sail spinning just above our heads. He smacked a hand up against a big sheet metal box, and said, “Recognize this?”

“Air handling unit?” I guessed, trying to correlate the block diagrams in the forty-year-old manual to the things I was seeing in real life. He nodded in satisfaction.

“That’s right. And this?” He pointed to a cabinet full of relays and switches, green lights glowing in a row on its front door, and I just shook my head. I knew already that the air handling unit was going to be the only one I got right.

So he started telling me. We walked all the way around the room, him pointing to cabinets and cable conduits and even the computer — the only computer in the room — and shaking his head in disappointment when I didn’t know what any of them were.

“What were you reading just now? When I stopped by.”

“Repair and replace procedures for power supplies,” I said, and he nodded.

He led me to the cabinet for the particular piece of machinery we’d been talking about, flipped the door open, and said, “There you go. Where’s the power supplies?”

I recognized them right away, big gray blocks I’d seen in low-rez photos in the manual, so I pointed and he nodded. “And do you remember how the procedure went?”

“First, I shut off the power supply to the APU,” I said, reaching out just to point to it, but his hand shot out like lightning to intercept mine, and locked on my wrist with a vice grip.

“Not that one,” he said. “If you throw that switch and go on with the procedure, you’re going to end up a blackened lump up here in the tower, and we’ll have to buy us a whole lot of new parts to get this thing running again.” He moved my hand down and to the left, until I was pointing to a power supply on a totally different block, and said, “That’s the one for this procedure.”

I nodded, and backed away, and didn’t touch a thing for the rest of the visit. By the time I got back to my cubicle, I was ready to take those part descriptions a lot more seriously.

Clarity Saves Lives

As a Technical Writer, I make my living off accurate descriptions. Sometimes it’s enough to say, “Shut off the power supply,” but in a system like the one I was shown, “Shut off the +/- 5 VAC Power Supply on the APU path,” might not be enough detail — especially for a rookie Tech Writer fresh off the bus.

I’m sharing this story because I know you can sympathize. Maybe you haven’t been standing with your hand hovering two inches from a switch that could kill you, but you’ve run into bad descriptions in your time. Writing is all about description — it’s about creating symbolic references to real things, whether you’re talking about physical objects or life experiences. No matter how good the style, how perfect the template, a document with weak or confusing descriptions isn’t doing its job.

Getting it right is a tricky process, though. It draws on skills I’ve been talking about for months, the most important being audience analysis. You’ve got to negotiate a connection and then translate understanding. In other words, as in all good writing, you have to consider the reader’s experience if you’re going to get it right.

That was the problem I ran into, up in the radar tower. It wasn’t just that I was new to the job, or that I’d had trouble following all the descriptions in the book. Part of the problem was that the book was never written to me.

If I took you up to that cabinet and told you to shut off the +/- 5 VAC power supply on the APU path, it wouldn’t mean a thing. Unless you’re a trained technician, all that detail is worthless to you. I’d be better off saying, “Open the big red cabinet and look for three rows of grayish boxes on the left wall. Flip the switch on the first box in the bottom row.”

When I get these instructions from my Engineers to include in the procedures, they usually look more like, “Turn off A1C3A2A1A1.”

All of those descriptions refer to the same device, the same action, and any of them can be called an accurate description. The best way to describe something depends highly on context.

Getting it Right

That’s not to say there’s no right way to do it. In my case, the right description is the one that allows my reader to cut power to the APU path so he can perform the rest of the procedure without getting electrocuted. In every case, the right description is the one that works.

If you’re a blogger, the one that works is the one that clearly speaks to your niche readers. If you’re reviewing a product, you need a description of it that gives a clear impression. If you’re telling a sad story, you need a description of events that evokes emotion. If you’re begging for technical assistance from your readers, you need a description of the problem that includes your personal setup and the desired outcome.

The trick, then, is to think ahead. It’s not enough to stumble into your description, tossing in whatever information strikes you. Consider what you’re trying to accomplish, and consider who will be reading it, then write directly to that target. Get it right, and nobody gets hurt.

Describe Your Reader (Technical Writing Exercise)

Business Writing Exercise

Business Writing Exercise

Last week, we talked about the importance of audience analysis. If you don’t know who your readers are, you could waste a lot of time writing some really high quality content that has no value to them whatsoever.

So this week’s assignment is to tell us about your readers. I could call it a prewriting exercise, because you’re going to spend as much time thinking about it — polling or researching, maybe even waxing philosophical — as you will writing it.

Or…maybe not. Maybe you already know exactly who your audience is. If you’re writing a personal blog, maybe your audience is your Mom and a cousin you haven’t seen in eight years. If you only ever write for work, maybe your audience is Steve, a fifty-two-year-old middle manager who hasn’t worked in the field since his twenties, but he’s still got the gall to complain when you end a sentence with a preposition.

Whoever it is you’re writing for, their needs and their expectations become vital ingredients of your document, so take some time to figure it out. I’m sure you already do that, probably subconsciously, every time you write anything, but let’s formalize it. Write a page describing your readers. Tell us how technical they want your material to be, how much they’re willing to read at a time, which topics matter to them, and just what it is you have to offer.

Make it 200-400 words, and if it’s not terribly insulting, post it to your blog. Your assumptions about your readership aren’t just useful to you — they’re helpful to your readers, too. Your readers who don’t match your assumptions can interpret your content based on the variation, and your readers who do can tell you exactly how good of a job you’re doing.

Even if you’re not willing to share it, do the exercise. It’s good practice, and you’ll discover some things you’d never consciously thought about before. At the very least, tell us how that goes, down in the comments.

My Experience with the Conscious Me Pre-Writing Challenge

I'm participating in the Conscious Me Pre-Writing Challenge. Learn more.

I'm participating in the Conscious Me Pre-Writing Challenge. Learn more.

I’ve mentioned it a couple times, and even devoted a whole page to a detailed description, but I’m participating in the Conscious Me Pre-Writing Challenge.

It’s all about Writing it Early, which I talked about a couple weeks ago, just as I was getting started. I thought it might be beneficial to you guys, my readers, to know a little bit more about the challenge, and about my experience with it.

I’m writing this post mid-way through the second week of the four week challenge, but it’s my intention to keep updating with my experience as the challenge progresses. I’ll probably do that two more times (at the end of weeks 3 and 4), so don’t be surprised to see this one pop back up in your reader a time or two. I’ll do what I can to let you know what’s new, so you can skip the stuff you’ve already read.

One note: this is going to be a long one. Half-finished, it’s already twice as long as my regular articles, and it doesn’t contain any direct writing advice. If you feel like skipping it, by all means skip it. If you’d like to see what it’s like keeping a blog like this running, though, read on.

Prologue

Back on February 10th, Carlos published a guest post on Website-in-a-Weekend suggesting that every blogger should always keep some posts in reserve. Write ahead, he said, for all the reasons I spelled out in “Write it Early, Review it Late” and more.

Given the audience of Website-in-a-Weekend, everything he had to say struck a chord, and half a dozen commenters piped up to say they really needed to get in the habit of doing exactly as Carlos suggested. I didn’t say as much, but I felt the same way. I’d felt the same way ever since I reviewed his post a month earlier, but I’d never done anything about it. That last bit was a common theme, too. We all know we need to work ahead, we need to give ourselves time to review and revise, but as creative people, we’re all in the habit of procrastinating.

When the conversation turned that direction, Carlos offered an accountability agreement with one or two people and the response was so strong that he decided we needed to make a support group out of it. Within an hour, he turned that idea into the Pre-Writing Challenge, and by the next day he had some ground rules and a mailing list. He asked me for help coordinating that (mainly by providing space on my discussion board for us all to discuss the challenge and share notes), so I could hardly sit out of the challenge.

So I agreed. Problem was, all of this really started moving on Thursday (the 11th), and I had a four-day trip to Little Rock planned for the weekend, to visit with family. So while the rest of the contenders were gearing up, building landing pages, planning out their posting schedules, and chatting in the forums, I was on the road to Arkansas. I didn’t really even get started until Tuesday the 16th.

That was still early, though. The challenge officially began on Friday the 19th, but we were all supposed to have certain information prepared before then, including landing pages (as I mentioned before), site descriptions and author bios and profile photos for everyone else to host, and a detailed goal for the project. For me — for what I’m doing here — that last one was the most work. I needed to spend four weeks writing two extra weeks’ worth of material, but everything I write here builds on itself. I couldn’t come up with any distinct material to develop outside the regular posting schedule, so I knew I’d have to figure out my entire posting schedule, out to the end of the challenge and beyond, before I’d know what my personal goal was going to be.

So that’s what I did, all night Tuesday evening. I sat on the couch in the living room while my daughter danced and spun and my wife watched old episodes of Dead Zone, and I worked on a spreadsheet. I made it in Google Docs, using rows for weeks and columns for days, and made up a color key to track what I’d accomplished. By the end of the night, it looked like this:

Posting Schedule 0There’s no need to strain your eyes trying to read the small print — it’s the colors that matter. Orange indicated a post that had a title (and nothing else). Yellow meant I’d started writing on it, light green that I’d finished a full draft, and dark green that the post was completely finished, and ready to publish. In the chart above, you can see that only three posts were done, and that first week was the week of the 14th (so, when I filled it in on Tuesday the 16th, I had all of a 2-day lead to work with, since Thursday’s post was already done).

Just coming up with the titles was a challenge, though. I needed to figure out how they fit together, how they would build on each other, and make up at least a guess as to the contents of each topic, to avoid too much overlap or too little content, day to day. It forced me to think about my weekly writing exercises, too — something I’d just been throwing together the night before, up until then.

It was a lot of work. It was energizing, though. By the time I was done, just making up a bunch of names, I really felt like I’d accomplished something. Everything I was doing with the blog suddenly felt more solid. More real. I could gaze into the future, and see the blog still there, still churning content and serving readers. For a two-month-old blog, that kind of confidence means a lot (even if it’s only a peek six weeks in the future).

See…I’d spent most of those two months feeling excited about the project, but also constantly dangling over the edge of failure. I’ve started a lot of projects in my time, and I’ve never had a terrible dedication to hard work and intense effort. That’s what serious blogging is, though. So Unstressed Syllables felt fragile, even when friends and family told me it was valuable from the start. It felt like a trial run, even when I started getting visits (and praise, even) from strangers. I woke up every morning knowing I had to get a post finished today, and if I didn’t, the dream of the site probably wouldn’t survive to the weekend.

One silly color-coded spreadsheet changed all that. My bedtime came and went, and I sat moving cells around, tweaking titles, and second-guessing writing assignments until I felt like I really had something I could work toward. Then I shared the spreadsheet with Carlos, just because I was so proud, and I called it a night.

It took me the rest of the week to get my challenge page built and filled out, to get my site information to the other contestants, and I knew I had a busy weekend coming up, with family coming in from three states to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. I made the commitment anyway. I’m an old pro at NaNoWriMo, an event that takes place in a month that includes not only Thanksgiving, but also my own birthday, so I’ve long since learned that big projects have to coexist with life disturbances. I sighed about it some, but I went ahead.

And I’m glad I did.

Week 1

My goal for the challenge was just to change those bottom two rows on the chart to green. I couldn’t really do that without filling in most of the rows that came before, though — and those rows that came before would be coming due pretty rapidly. So I started at the front, at the top of the list, and worked my way across. I filled out the first week with rough drafts.

On Sunday night, after my family had all gone home and the festivities were over, I sat with my laptop while my wife watched Glee and I filled out the writing exercise for Monday, just as I had for weeks before. When I got done, I was all ready to put the work away and play a game, but before I did I spotted the Google Docs tab open in my browser. I clicked over to my posting schedule, and smiled as I changed Monday’s post from orange to dark green.

Tuesday’s post still smoldered next to it, though. It just said, “Finding a Topic,” but it was a post I’d been thinking a lot about for the last week. That was the one that translated “Write what you know” into useful advice, and I felt like it had a lot to offer everyone participating in the challenge. I nodded to myself, suddenly determined, and opened Wordpress back up. Before I went to bed Sunday night, I was another day ahead.

On Monday, when I had some time to write, I went back to my posting schedule. Thursday’s post, “RPGs and Character Profiles,” was just a rehash of some information I’d shared with a couple of writer friends back in November. I wanted to capture it in writing, but there weren’t any new ideas there. So I went to Wordpress, and I wrote the post. Just like that, I was nearly a week ahead. Friday’s writing exercise flowed naturally out of the article, so I went ahead and scribbled that down, too.

The writing exercises were always going to be the easiest. I knew that from the start, and when I saw how little effort it took to finish off the week, I flowed right on into Monday of the next week. Another twenty minutes, and another writing exercise was done. Then I started skipping. I did rough drafts of writing exercises all the way out to the middle of March. At last, I had some green.

It was encouraging. Instead of stressing every night about my deadlines, I was half a week into the challenge and already a full week ahead on my schedule. I didn’t get to work much Tuesday, but that didn’t bother me. I was ahead. I didn’t feel like writing the next post in the series on Wednesday (the following Tuesday’s post), so I skipped it. I went ahead to Thursday’s which sounded like more fun, and flew through it.

On Thursday I tackled the one I’d skipped, “Audience Analysis,” but I needed some feedback from Dad to get it exactly right. No problem! I drafted what I could, then sent him an email, knowing I had four days still to get it sorted out. If I’d waited until Monday night to write it, I’d have had to go on instincts, and publish it with a list of questions that Dad ended up telling me was “exactly backwards.” Instead I had time to get it right, and I got in a couple extra revisions in the meantime.

By the start of the day on Friday, exactly one week into the challenge, I was having a lot more fun writing for my blog than I ever had before. It was easier, it was less stressful, and the quality was better. I wasn’t actually ahead anymore, though. I had some drafts done, but my only finished post was one writing exercise for late March. I recognized that, going into the weekend, and determined to come out of it with a lot more green.

Posting Schedule 1Week 2

I managed it, too. My wife took the kids to Kansas, for a big baby shower with her family, and left me home to get some work done. I made the most of my time alone, and by the end of the day Sunday I had two full weeks of dark green. It meant I had to skip goofing off with my best friend on Saturday afternoon — he did come over, but ended up spending a couple hours over on the other couch reading, while I tapped away on my laptop.

It also meant putting off video games and stupid movies on Sunday, spending my time instead crawling around Flickr looking for suitable illustrations. I got my feedback from Dad, though, and finished out Tuesday’s post. I figured out how to introduce Thursday’s, and how to finish off my “Reader Response Questions” post.

I went through one by one, filling them out up to my word count, and then flagging them as light green (finished first draft) over on my spreadsheet. Then I went back through them again, adding metadata, picking excerpts for my newsletter, assigning categories and tags, rereading in the preview window and fixing all my little typos. Then, one by one, I got to change them to dark green, and with each one done, I felt better about myself.

Then a funny thing happened. Last night, I was sitting on the couch with my wife, watching Glee with the laptop closed, watching Lost with my full attention, and then suddenly it hit me. I groaned aloud, and when my wife asked what was up, I said, “I’ve got a blog post due tomorrow, and I haven’t reviewed it yet.” It was already late, but the post was scheduled to publish before I was scheduled to wake up, so it was something I had to do.

Two weeks ago, I would have been saying, “I haven’t written it yet.” So already I was in better shape. It was still an awful feeling, knowing I was late, knowing I had to scramble to do something I should have given real time to.

So I pulled out my laptop while she went to bed. I opened up Wordpress, clicked through to today’s post, and immediately recognized the photo I’d added on Sunday. I started scrolling through the text, but it was quite familiar. Courtney had reviewed it last Thursday, and I’d read it aloud to my wife Sunday night. It was done. I think I caught a typo, maybe fixed an agreement error, but it was done. Instead of staying up late to review my post, I clicked over to Twitter and posted a proud announcement.

Really excited about tomorrow’s post. I wrote it last week for the #Prewriting challenge, and just reviewed it. Awesome stuff.

Then I shut down for the night, and went to bed. I did get more writing done yesterday, too — another first draft finished, and another post started today, and that leaves me with not a single orange cell on the page. That’s a good place to be. It’ll only get better, too.

Posting Schedule 2

An Undercover Agent in the Gender Wars (Creative Writing Exercise)

This week we’ve talked about some of the special challenges of writing cross-gender, and it’s certainly not an easy thing to get right. It’s a challenge worth facing, though, because if you can succeed, you can automatically double your market share. That’s some pretty impressive ROI.

So your assignment is to craft a scene showing a strong character of the opposite sex. Give us 300-900 words, and show your work. Whatever aspect of gender writing troubles you, face it head-on, and then polish it up until you get it right. Or, as close to right as you can manage, anyway. A couple hours getting into that character’s head could make worlds of difference in your writing, and help you connect with readers who wouldn’t have given you a chance before.

If you don’t already have a challenging scene waiting for you, here’s your prompt:

Ellen, a local village girl, has been caught sneaking food to the POWs in the occupier’s nearby camp. Your scene starts with Ellen being brought to the office of the base commander, the refined but cruel Lord Harris.

As you read that, you’re probably already up to your eyeballs in rich characterization for the one who matches your gender, but shift your focus, and make a story that focuses primarily on the other one. Pretend you know what you’re talking about, and make it feel real.

Of course, maybe you’re an old pro at this. If so, save yourself some time and just share a scene you’re particularly proud of. We can all give you feedback, let you know how well you did, and learn from the things you did right. Everybody wins.

Boys and Girls

Learn from your characters. Learn from the people you know.

Learn from your characters. Learn from the people you know.

I wrote a novel in high school that was all about me and my girlfriend and all the kids in my youth group…. Yeah, it was awful.

Then I went to college, and took four years of amazing creative writing courses, and met a lot of really serious writers, and before the end of my first semester I was writing my second novel, Taming Fire. It was incredible. It was so much better — more engaging, more professional, more mature.

I spent a year and a half writing it, and the whole time I was learning about writing in drafts and revising, so when I got done I dove right back in, and rewrote the whole thing. It got better, it got cleaner, sharper, realer. By the time I was done, it was a work of art. It was my masterpiece. I printed off several copies, shared them with my best friends, and begged for feedback.

Julie read the whole thing, and told me the female character was flat. Five hundred pages of adventure, magic, politics, armies at war and dragons in the air, and all she wanted to talk about was the love interest. The girl barely had two dozen pages! She barely had a backstory! But that’s all Julie wanted to talk about. I rolled my eyes at my “feminist friend,” but her comments bugged me.

I wanted to be a great writer, and it’s hard to become a great writer if you start out by cutting your audience in half. I knew I needed to write a good chick story. I was in a Drama as Literature class that semester, and the final project was to write a one-act play, so I decided to make that my redemption.

I adapted a love story I’d had kicking around in my head for a while, about a faithful servant who’s in love with his master’s wife (and his master is kind of a conceited jerk). Instead of making moves on the wife, the servant ends up teaching his master how to appreciate his woman. It was all emotional and romantic, and the whole point of the play was the woman, right? The whole point was the master learning to value her as a person instead of just a prize.

I turned that play in to a professor who’d had a thing or two to say about the role of women in classic literature, and she gave it back with good marks on the writing, but a sad face at the end and a comment, “I feel sorry for the wife. She went from being ignored to adored, but never actually got to be a person.”

Those two complaints have stuck with me for years. They haunt me as a writer. I’ve grown up a lot since college — and it’s more a matter of tasting real life and surviving marriage than anything that can be taught in a creative writing course. I can look back on both of those works now and understand exactly what was wrong with them. And in the last couple years I’ve even been writing a series with a female protagonist that has gotten some pretty solid reviews from my women readers — Julie high among them.

Respect Your Ignorance

Like so many things in life, the first step to doing it right is learning to worry that you’re doing it wrong. I grew up on the high fantasy of the eighties and early nineties, and that was a hugely male-dominated market. As a result, I didn’t have a ton of great examples to draw from, and I was still so clueless when it came to the women in my life, I never stood a chance.

The problem I ran into was that I didn’t know how bad I was. Two of the greatest tools of fiction writers are the zoom lens and the pruning shears. By that, I mean that writers get to choose which story to tell. I spent ten years writing fantasy instead of mainstream fiction primarily because I didn’t know anything about the real world.

When I finally did dive into mainstream fiction, I ran into countless problems trying to follow one of my characters on a road trip down the east coast, because I didn’t know anything about the east coast. In the end, I faked my way through it using Google Maps and clever guesses, but mostly I avoided the details that would give me away. I didn’t name the little towns he drove through, I kept the time frames vague, and I got him from point to point as evasively as I could.

When it comes right down to it, that’s the same problem I had with Isabelle’s character in Taming Fire. I didn’t know anything about girls, so I faked my way through it. The difference, though, is that I didn’t respect my ignorance. I named names, I gave details, I even explained why she felt the way she felt, why she did the things she did. It would be like saying, off the cuff, that Josh headed south out of Richmond on I-77 and didn’t pass a single town before pulling into Boston two hours later.

Flat wrong, to anyone who has a clue what I’m talking about. And when what I’m talking about is “being a girl,” that’s a pretty significant portion of my audience!

By the time I got started on the play, I knew about my ignorance, thanks to Julie, but I still didn’t respect it. I decided to fix it, even though I didn’t have any of the tools to do so. The result was, honestly, pretty pathetic. That’s what college is for, though — to learn those sort of lessons.

After Faithful Jake, I toned it down. I pushed all my female characters out to arm’s length, and only described them to the extent I felt qualified. I told all my stories from the limited POVs of guys just as clueless as I was, and that bought me some time. That’s a good way to avoid getting yelled at, but it doesn’t do a lot to double your readership.

Make them Real

Ultimately, the only way to write solid characters of either gender, is to write real characters. I spent a long time trying to figure out how to write a good girl character, but that obsession was precisely the problem. If I’m trying to make a girl character, I’ve already missed the boat. The trick is to make a character, who just happens to be a girl.

One of my favorite ways of saying it is that male writers have a bad habit when it comes to writing female characters — the poor girl is destined to be either a damsel in distress…or a dude in a dress. There’s no in between.

The first happens by default when we’re running off the lessons learned from eighties high fantasy. The second happens when we’re trying to prove a point, to appease the feminists, to make a “strong female lead.” It’s all too easy to get reactionary, and to go absurd, and that’s not an answer.

The answer is to understand people. It’s really easy for me to say, “I’ll never understand women,” but if I’m willing to settle for that, I’m going to have to let my characterizations settle, too. I’m going to have to settle for soft focus and arm’s length ingenues. If I want to get any better than that, I’m going to have to get better as a person.

Is that a little melodramatic? Maybe. Then again, I’ve said all along that writing makes people better people. I believe it, and strong characterization is one of the main reasons. The feminists have been telling us for years that this stark, obvious dividing line between “boy things” and “girl things” was wrong, and it took writing to make me realize how right they were.

I had to grow up, to become a better writer. I had to get over some childish notions, and some lovely romantic notions, and start seeing some of the women in my life as real people. The more energy I’ve put into that, the better all of my characters have become.

And don’t for a moment think that I’m claiming to be done with it. I’ll be working on it for the rest of my life, paying attention to the people I know — to the quiet girls and the brassy ones and the strong ones and the sensitive ones and the dramatic ones — trying to see the world through their eyes. That’s my job as a storyteller, every bit as much as hitting 50k in November is.

So what’s my advice to you? Make friends of all types. Pay attention. See people as people. And, at the very least, respect your ignorance.