Archive for November, 2012

With the first draft, that is!

This evening, while waiting for the laundry to finish, I was working on Snake. Much later than I should’ve been, actually. But what does that matter, because I got three chapters out of the way. And one of them was Chapter 52. Multiply by two, and you get the number of chapters in Snake, at least in this first draft.

So yeah, I’m halfway through, and I’m happy as hell! This chapter was actually kind of difficutl to write, to tell you the truth. This chapter was the first time in several chapters that a character had appeared, and I wanted to do an update on what she’d been doing during that time. However when I was editing Reborn City, I’d been told that doesn’t always work very well, and I had a feeling that it wouldn’t work here, so I had to go back and rewrite what I’d written (thanks again, Matt; it’s good to have your counsel in so many ways). In the end, I used dialogue and a really creepy mafioso to explain what had happened to that character, which made for a much more interesting way of telling this story.

In a way, I wish I could show you this chapter, but not only does it reveal one or two plot details I wish to keep concealed, it’s a little too disturbing for some audiences. What can I say? I write creepy stuff, but I know not everyone wants to read it. They prefer other stuff found here on my blog.

So I’m halfway done, and I’ve still got fifty-two more chapters to do. But hey, if I can get from chapter thirty-five to chapter fifty-two in twenty days (with a ton of schoolwork and whatever getting in the way), I can probably tackle the rest in that amount of time. Who knows? I might be done by New Years, God willing!

Wish me luck. I’m going to bed.

Hi again. So you know how I’m planning on self-publishing my novel Reborn City, right? Well, I also said I was planning on starting a small, independent press for legal purposes, and was contemplating what sort of business my press should be. Well, my uncles–one of whom is a lawyer–jumped in and asked me some questions. Several emails and phone calls later, and a bit of counseling on legal matters (thanks, Uncle Joel and Uncle Arthur; your metaphorical checks are in the mail), and I’ve come to the conclusion that a press won’t really help me, not until I at least have something I can offer to major publishers who are considering distributing my work, and unfortunately at this point, I don’t.

Hopefully someday though, I will have something to offer them. Just got to finish the final draft of Reborn City, and then get it out. Maybe then, I’ll have publishers knocking on my door (can’t hurt to hope, right?).

Some Thoughts on Romance

Posted: November 20, 2012 in Reflections, Writing
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I think at one point or another, if we haven’t written romance stories, we’ve all included romance in our works. I know I have. And last night, I was thinking about romance in writing, and what it took to write romance. I hope you’ll forgive me if I go over this topic a little bit.

Now, some writers say you actually have to draw on personal experience in romance in order to write about it. I disagree; I’ve never been in a relationship before, and I’m also one of those types who doesn’t need to be in a relationship in order to feel fulfilled. So not a lot of experience there. And yet I’m pretty sure I can write stories with romantic elements, I’ve read enough books and seen enough movies to see how it’s done: two people meet (I’m not saying boy meets girl here, because that’s no longer necessarily the case); there’s the initial spark of attraction; some sort of obstacle keeps them apart; they get over said obstacle and get together; if the author wants to explore the relationship even further, there will be more obstacles between the characters and true happiness; and once they get over those, it’s supposed to be happily ever after (unless there’s a sequel).

And the elements that go into such stories are only limited by three things: how much romance plays into the plot of the story; the setting the story takes place in; and the author’s imagination. For the first, you have either your typical romances, where the whole plot revolves around someone (usually a woman, because that’s how these stories typically work) finding fulfillment with a man (because once again, that’s how those stories typically work), and the travails she goes through trying to reach that happy state (pretty much most of Jean Auel’s Earth’s Children books). Then there are other stories that, while having romantic elements, don’t focus exclusively on them. Instead the romantic elements are used to highlight the story and/or explain the motivations of certain characters (like the various romances in Harry Potter). Of course there are also stories that hint at romantic attractions but don’t have characters play on them or anything, but I’m not going to focus on them (though if you want an example, there’s Ptolemy’s Gate by Jonathan Stroud).

Next you have settings, and this plays more into a story more than you think. For example, if you want to have a character unable to be with their lover because of an arranged marriage, it makes more sense to have that in a historical drama (or in a country where that is still common) than in Midwest America where I doubt that sort of thing happens. In the same vein of thought, if you have a story taking place in Victorian England, it makes very little sense to have a montage scene or a musical number out of an 80’s movie unless your story is a musical to begin with. So as much as we tend to forget the setting, it plays a big role in how much you can do in the world of the characters.

Finally, you have my favorite part in this equation: the author’s imagination, and this is especially useful when coming up with obstacles for the characters to get over. Perhaps there’s someone else that is courting the character (I think this is what’s used in The Hunger Games and Twilight, though the main draw of the latter might just be sexy teen boys). Or perhaps the characters are from different social classes, and being together would be tanatamount to social suicide. Or perhaps the main character is leading a campaign and as much as they’d like to focus on love, that would be detrimental to the war effort. Or perhpas one character had a traumatic childhood experience and has trouble getting close to people. Or the romance is forbidden (religion, politics, orientation, etc). Or one character is still getting over the loss of a previous love and has trouble moving on. Or a thousand other options; it’s all up to the author to decide.

So, what makes a good combination of any of these? That’s up to the author, really; besides putting all these factors together, one has to write and write it well. Otherwise, who will be interested?

This evening at my dorm we had a discussion from some grad students–one of whom I’m actually friends with–about going to grad school and what it could potentially mean for us. We had there a student from the engineering department, a higher education and ecology studies major (my friend Renata) and an artist who also teaches art classes in the undergraduate school. All were current grad students, and all gave us a candid and honest look at grad school without trying to gloss over the bad parts or say we had to go to grad school.

All in all, it was very informative.

However, it left me a question: should I go to grad school? I’m still a sophomore, and I’ll stay that way for a little while longer, so I don’t exactly have to worry about it any time soon, let alone paying for it or what I’ll do once I get there. But what if I did? I’d probably pursue a Masters in Fine Arts because, for the same reasons I’m majoring in English and in History, I want to improve my writing and storytelling skills. I might already have a novel or two out at that point, so that might help me a little bit.

But is it right for me? Can it make me a better writer or at least give me more job security? I have no idea. At the very least, when graduation is a little closer, I’d definitely have to look a little closer at the possibility of going to grad school. And luckily, my school has a course on publishing that’s taken by both graduate and undergraduate students, so that’d be a good preview of what I might be doing in grad school if I were to go (I’ll have to talk to my advisor about that one when I meet with her in spring to arrange my fall semester classes).

So now I turn it over to you. Have you ever been to or are you in grad school?

What school?

What was your experience?

Did you find it beneficial in the end?

Please let me know. I’m curious, and as much weight as the opinion of three grad students carries, I’d like to hear from more people with experience in this.

Someone’s been a glutton!

Okay, so I just finished chapter forty-seven of Snake, and so far, it’s the longest chapter I’ve written of Snake, a whopping ten pages (double spaced and 12-point font Times New Roman) and 2,424 words, beating out the 2nd longest chapter by about seventy words. This chapte is important to the plot, because this is a point where the Snake really starts moving toward his ultimate goal (what that is, I can’t say, but more people are going to die for it). I guess that’s a pretty good excuse for it to be very long, though I can tell you that the chapter afterwards will be relatively short.

At this point, I’ve got about nineteen chapters in Part III of Snake left before I finish this part, and I’m also very close to the halfway point in the book. Hopefully soon I’ll be able to blog about finishing Part III and taking a little break, maybe just to write a short story or watch a movie or even play video games because I don’t usually play them! I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet, but I’ll let you know when I’m there.

And unfortunately, I can’t devote my time to it. I’d like to though; I’d like to be able to spend hours each and every day just typing away on my computer, pushing out word after word to create an awesome story that people will want to read. The only time I would stop writing is if I was hungry and wanted to make something to eat; or if I had to run an errand; or if I wanted to work out; or if it was just too late in the day, so let’s forget work and just play.

Sadly, I cannot live that sort of lifestyle right now. Instead, I spend more than ten hours a week in classes, and close to that amount at a part-time job. In addition to that, I spend several hours over the week working on homework, reading books and writing papers and doing projects, and that’s especially so in the last 3-4 weeks of class before finals. Add into that meals, sleep (essential, even in college), errands, and just finding time to relax, there’s only so much time to write.

So I’m going to have to drop out of the National Novel Writing Month challenge. It’s just too much at the moment to try and get out fifty-thousand words in thirty days with the workload I have. I’ll still work on writing Snake and editing Reborn City, but I won’t do it with the focus of just getting 50K words written.  Instead, I’ll work on them with the hope that eventually I’ll get them done and share them with everyone.

Am I sad that I can’t finish the challenge? Yes I am; I was getting so much done at the beginning of the month, I thought that if I couldn’t get 50K words, I’d get very close to 30K. Not so at this point. But hey, look on the bright side: I managed to write twelve chapters of Snake and type out 12,329 words. Not bad for my first time, right? That’s more than your average short story.

Maybe next year, if I don’t have that much of a workload, I’ll try again at NaNoWriMo. In the meantime, I’m off to work on chapter forty-seven of Snake. Wish me luck.

A classmate of mine in my creative writing class sent me (and the rest of the class) an email today. In the email, she said her mother and her aunt had wanted to see the short story she’d written, but the problem was her story dealt with subjects like drinking and random hook-ups. Guess what? Her mom and aunt don’t approve of those sorts of activities.

So my classmate–whom I’ll refer to as “Freya”, because that’s as far from her real name as you can get–whipped up a little short story that doesn’t involve any of that, and asks all her classmates to take a look and edit it if we can spare the time.

Naturally, my instinct as a writer is not to encourage this, so I write back to Freya and tell her that her mom and aunt should be proud that she’s grown into a strong, independent woman with her own thoughts and feelings, and they should be proud that she wrote a story with her own original ideas in them. If she has to be ashamed of her own work–which for romantic fiction set against the background of a wild college party, is actually a quality story–what’s the point of even writing the story in the first place? If Freya’s family doesn’t like the topics voiced in the story, then she should just tell them so, and leave it at that. If they still want to see it, then show it to them. These women might actually like it, and might also be fans of Fifty Shades of Grey, but are too proud to admit it.

I hope Freya get’s my message and doesn’t feel she needs to hide, because honestly, if a writer can’t be proud of their work, or at least admit they wrote such subjects, what’s there for the future of writing and fiction? Be proud of your work writers; it’s your brainchild, after all. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it, no matter what objectionable material within. Instead, shout it to the world, “I wrote a story and it has stuff people don’t like in it but I don’t care.”

If I didn’t do that, why would I bother writing a novel with a serial killer in it?

I write scary stories. As such, I sometimes have to use the supernatural in my work, something I enjoy doing. But at some point, if you start to write stories about demons and spirits and murderous beings from other dimensions, people are going to ask you, what’s your own beliefs? Do you believe in any of the things you write about? Do you believe in aliens that appear over Boston, like in Ripple (if you want to read that short story, click here: http://www.nthzine.com/fiction_online.php?archiveDisplay=20121105), or do you believe in succubi like that one short story you wrote that you hope to publish?

Well, I thought I’d clear a few things up before I get asked that question. I’ll include about five major things that people will probably ask me about, and unless people want to know more, I’ll leave it at that. Hope you find it informative:

1. God and Satan: I definitely believe in an all-powerful, all-encompassing authority that created our universe and is very active in the day-to-day lives of human beings as well as the changing of the seasons and the orbiting of the planets. I also believe that this Being is called by many names, answers to several of them, and as long as you live a good life and do not do horrible things in your life, eventually He will reward you for your good behavior (when though, I can’t say).

As for Satan…well, I believe there is a being called Satan, but my belief in him is more in line with the traditional views of Judaism, which say he’s more a servant of God with a bad job of tempting good people in order to test their devotion. The view that Satan is the antithesis of God only came later, around the time of Jesus, and it’s more Christian than Jewish belief, so I really don’t follow it, or follow the belief that there’s one being who embodies all evil and is set against the being that stands for all good. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a story involving that bad boy Lucifer, though.

2. Ghosts/Demons/Spirits/Angels: I do believe that there are beings I can’t see, but do have ways to interact and even interfere with the material world. I’ve actually had encounters with ghosts/spirits, leading to some very interesting stories (ask about the time a spirit was pushing against my teeth while I slept). I also believe in demons and angels: there are times when I’ve believed there is something near me that wishes to do me harm, like when I wrote that succubus story and I swear something was summoned because I couldn’t stop thinking about and researching succubi. At the same time, I believe that there are benevolent beings that if you can call them by name will come to your side to protect you. There’s even a prayer in Judaism that calls the four archangels to protect you in time of trouble, and the couple times I’ve used it, I’ve felt like there was something around me protecting me from harm. It’s pretty neat.

Now, if I believe in demons, how can I not believe in one that’s leading a war against Heaven? Well, if humans and demons all have one creator, why does there have to be a king of demons when there isn’t a king of evil humans? Just doesn’t make sense to me.

3. UFOs/Extraterrestrials: I’m a bit of a skeptic on this one. There was actually a class here at OSU I took that explored the subject, and the conclusion was that if there is life out there, it probably is either very basic, like single-cell organisms, or if it’s like humans, it’s probably at the same level of intelligence and technology as humans, so we probably don’t get a lot of visitors from the deep, dark space. I know there are a lot of people who say they’ve been abducted, but then again there are a lot of people who say they speak to Jesus and that they are being investigated by the CIA (who aren’t allowed to do domestic investigations, by the way) because they know how their chocolate fudge recipe relates to the attacks of 9/11, and they all sound alike to me.

No offense meant to those who believe in aliens, though; I just need more substantial proof before I start believing in visitors in ships coming to observe and abduct creatures that, for all our intelligence, still don’t know how to live together without getting into a huge fight.

4. Magic: I believe there are forces that human beings can summon and control with rituals or spells. Such rituals and spells can be found in nearly any group, including Judaism (*cough* mezuzah *cough*), and that each group’s rituals/spells are unique and can do wonderful things when done right. 

I also believe that this can be rather dangerous, especially if you are summoning a spirit or a being with great power, for example, so only take part if you are aware of the risks, you accept them, and you don’t think your particular God will mind if you take part in such a ritual.

5. The Afterlife: Now, here’s where my beliefs aren’t traditional in any sense of the word: I believe that this life is sort of a preparation room, one where, through the choices we make and the actions we take and the people we meet, we’re groomed for a journey we take in the next life (assuming we don’t get stuck in this world as ghosts). What this journey entails or whom we take it with, I can’t say. All I can say is that this journey is specially prepared for us after our deaths, and that at the end of this journey…perhaps then it’s the final destination.

If you’re wondering what Jewish traditions might say about my beliefs, I’ll tell you that the only mention in the Torah of the afterlife is “Sheol”, which is either some sort of pit, or it’s a plain of existence where the dead go. Truth be told, nobody’s really sure what it is, Jewish scholars are well-known to have many different opinions on any number of issues (in fact, the joke goes you get two rabbis together, you’re going to get three different opinions). There’s also something in the Kabbalah that could be seen as reincarnation, but I’m not familiar with it, so who’s to say my beliefs on life after death are out of line with my religion?

Well, that’s all I’m going to say for now. If you want to know my beliefs on the Loch Ness monster or Bigfoot or something along those lines, let me know.

But what I really want to know is:

What are your beliefs? Do they agree or disagree with mine? And what gives you faith in your own beliefs?

There comes a time when a writer achieves something that says, “My writing is really worth something.” And that’s the first time we’re paid for something we wrote.

Edgar Rice Burroughs, the creator of Tarzan, was first paid for his work when his novel, A Princess of Mars, was published in the serial magazine All-Story. For the serialization rights, Burroughs was paid four-hundred dollars, quite a bit of money back in 1911, and an even bigger sum for a struggling husband with two kids to feed. Years later, with several successful science fiction, fantasy, romance, and western stories under his belt, Burroughs would claim it all paled to the feeling of accomplishment he felt when he recieved that check for $400.

Similarly, I was first paid for something I wrote in my senior year of high school, when I wrote a short story for a magazine called TEA, A Magazine. The short story I wrote, which I had geared towards this very magazine, was called Summers with Grandmother Fumika, and was about a young girl in Japan who hosts a tea ceremony for a fox spirit with her grandmother. The magazine paid me $100 for the story, and published it in their Winter 2011 edition, with a little illustration in one corner of the fox spirit to boot.

That $100 felt like a gold brick to me. And even though I haven’t gotten any paid pieces since, I think that no matter how successful my short stories or my novels may possibly become, I’ll be like Edgar Rice Burroughs, feeling the most pride for a small sum of money.

What about you? Have you ever been paid for your work?

What did it feel like?

A Single Lecture Goes A Long Way

Posted: November 15, 2012 in Reflections, Writing
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Yesterday I was working on two writing projects. One was my short story for my creative writing class, Animal Child (I’ve decided to stop calling it Doll’s Game, because that title’s no longer relevant), and the other is chapter forty-five of my serial killer thriller Snake (don’t marvel, thrillers are notorious for having many chapters buch each chapter is incredibly short). Both times, I plugged in my earbuds and started listening to lectures given by Deepak Chopra, a leading expert in alternative medicine and spirituality to improve your life. The lectures, available as hour-long videos on YouTube, each had different topics. The one I listened to while working on Animal Child was about how to improve your physical and mental well-being. The other, which I used to finish chapter forty-five and start chapter forty-six, was about how through certain forms of meditation, one can radically change their outlook on life.

I can honestly say I remember almost nothing from either one of these lectures, except the second one featured some stuff that reminded me of string theory’s ideas on vibrations shaping our world, and only because I finished chapter forty-five at a certain point in the lecture and bothered to watch and listen for a few minutes.

You see, those lectures hypnotized me, but not into meditating on the nature of life. Instead, the lecture became a background noise, while I focused on the world of the story that formed within my head and on putting that world down on paper (or to be more precise, bits of data that the monitor made to look like paper with words on it). It was interesting, because not only was I very relaxed while listening to this lecture, but I was writing much more easily than I had been recently. The story just seemed to flow onto the page, so that I was finishing much more quickly than I’d expected, and I don’t think I got distracted once!

I’ve written before on how listening to people talk on a show helps me to write, but this was different, where I only was listening to people speaking, and I wasn’t being distracted by visuals to go with the speaking. In fact, I dare to say this was an optimal state of mind to be writing in, where I’m hypnotized by the ongoing monologue of the speaker and focused on the work before me. I wonder if you did an EEG or an fMRI of my brain, what parts of my brain would light up, and what sort of brain waves would be most active. Of course, this sort of state has its drawbacks: a friend of mine saw me in the library while I was working on Animal Child and tapped me on the shoulder. I swear, I nearly umped out of my skin, I was so startled.

But even if I’m easily shocked while I’m in this hypnotic state by external distractions, it’s an interesting state to be in. I think the next time I try to write while listening to a lecture, I’ll do a TED talk, see if I can become immersed listening to different experts talk about their ideas or projects. I also wouldn’t mind listening to audiobooks of stuff like Paradise Lost or The Odyssey, which would definitely suck me into that state after a while. Anyone know any websites where you can listen to those sort of things for free? I’d be happy for recommendations.