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My Style Is My Own Style

Posted: February 2, 2013 in Reflections, Writing
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I was talking to someone who lives on my floor today, and we started talking about our mutual interests in Stephen King and James Patterson. At some point during this conversation, he asked me if my style was very much like Stephen King’s. To which I replied, “My style is more like my style.”

I returned to this conversation just a moment ago, thinking about what goes into style. There’s word choice, tone, pacing, character archetypes, setting, conflicts, themes…all these and more go into style. But trying to categorize something like style in words never seems to do it justice. When we enjoy an author, we get a feel for their style, and that’s how we define style, by that feel we get. It makes us say, “This is definitely one of his/her books.”

And speaking of feel, I had a feeling that my friend was talking about my influences, so I told him I was very much influenced by King, Anne Rice, and Patterson, with a few others adding here and there. But it’s mostly those three, and they all have a very interesting style of their own: King has a rawness even after all these years. His plots are strange and convoluted, often veering to the science-fiction areas of fiction, especially in his recent work, and he’s not afraid to go to places most of us wouldn’t, be it a crass joke or a sex scene involving fifth graders.

Anne Rice is an aristocrat among writers. Her work is dark but deep, philosophical and full of supernatural mystery. There’s a sensual feel in her words, as if every gesture of her characters has a hidden flirtation in it, and the worlds she paints are rich and vivid, almost like a painting. But as her characters sometimes remark, no matter how pretty the painting, it’s always just a painting, and we are aware of the trappings we adore, and the things we possess, and we realize that they are all meaningless, that this entire world is meaningless if we detach from it, just like Rice’s characters are often detached from the world.

And James Patterson is fast-paced, full of emotive power and simple sentences that convey to us what is happening in the story. When we see into the minds of some of the characters, we can sense all their feelings, whether despairing, angry, or full of sick glee (especially true of the villains).

But my style? I’m probably not the best person to categorize it. It’s dark sure, and it does show that I’m not as experienced as others in my field. Occasionally you get a feel for the zany character that wrote my fiction (and don’t deny it, I’m plenty zany). But most of all, I think you can sense a yearning. Yes, yearning. I’m yearning, yearning to give the world fiction that people will like and that they’ll read and possibly review on Amazon and maybe talk about with others, whether to trash it or praise its merits. I’m yearning to give people that sort of work, and I think you can sense it when you read my creative work. Maybe that’ll go away as I gain more experience, but until then, it’s part of me and my writing.

In the meantime, I shall work on my stories, yearning or no yearning, and see if they can bring joy (or terror) to others. Wish me luck.

What’s your style like, if you have to define it? Who influenced you?

In my creative writing class yesterday we critiqued a story by one of our classmates, the story starring a rather interesting character. The “interesting” part I’ll decline to elaborate too much on in case this classmate edits this story and it gets published or something, but there is something that I can reveal: the main character is one of those writers who think they are the best thing since Shakespeare, that they are destined for greatness and anyone who dislikes or doesn’t understand their work is an idiot who couldn’t find brilliance if brilliance kicked them in the ass.

The funny thing is, every writer has been that writer at some point in their careers. I certainly was. It’s usually at that point where we can string together some semblance of a story together with any coherence to it. For those who discovered the joys of writing young, that’s usually in the teen years. I know for a while I thought all I had to do was write and eventually I’d come out with a novel that would be published within a year of finishing it, sell millions around the world, and I’d have an actress girlfriend whom I’d take to the premiere of the movie version with me.

Thank God, most of us outgrow this phase and realize that writing’s hard, good writing is harder, and writing anything that could be published is an amazing feat. For some, it’s only done once or twice in a lifetime. Others get a bit luckier, and they get published several times. A few of those get famous for it, or at the very least can afford to take up writing full-time (I’ll settle for that if I can’t be famous). All of these people who have been published though, even if it’s only once, were published after they got through this “I’m brilliant” phase.

Now, I know there’s no way I can prove that to you. It’s not as if I went to thousands of published writers, both contemporary and in the past, and asked them what they thought of themselves and their writing. But I have a reason why I think this, and here’s my reasoning: the writers who believe this way look at those who can’t understand or don’t like their work as fools, as annoyances. At best, they should be tolerated, but according to these writers, the world’s better off without them.

Sounds a little sociopathic, doesn’t it? But I’m sure it’s a thought that every writer who’s dreamed of greatness has thought, especially during this vanity phase. And it’s a horrible thought if we let it take hold, because it make others look less than human. Subhuman. Inferior. Weak. And a writer writes stories for these people. Not for fame or for money (though I’m sure some writers do write for those very reasons, and if they have any talent, they are wasting it by writing that way), but for the people. We want to share our work with people, to let them enjoy our fantasies. Maybe they’ll like them, maybe they won’t. But we write for them.

And if we denigrate the common man, if we think our readers and the masses are fools compared to our geniuses, if we writers can’t empathize with the persons reading our work, then we can’t expect them to like our work. At some level, they’ll see the emotions we’re trying to portray through our work are false and that we don’t really feel them like others do and they’ll reject the story.

This came up yesterday in class. “If the writer can’t empathize with the readers, he can’t make a good piece of fiction.” That’s something like what my teacher said, and I think it’s true. The writers who let go of this egotistical, self-centered vanity, who don’t let it take hold of them, they’re the ones who end up published, who are in the bookstores or in the magazines or on the e-readers. The ones that don’t…well, if we could tell what they think when they think about themselves and then think about you and me, I think we could really learn to love to hate them.

Of course, you can be a little vain about your first published work or something that’s gotten some success. But for God’s sake, don’t go around thinking you’re all that and a bag of chips until you’ve sold a million copies of your novel, and even then, resist those thoughts! Not even the prettiest gold digger will want to be near you if you make it obvious that you are only interested in yourself and she’s just another planet revolving around your light. There’s a reason pride’s one of the 7 Deadly Sins.

Well, that’s all for now. If I don’t post anything tomorrow, have a good weekend.

I often have ideas for short stories that start out promising but after I write them I look at them and I go, “How did I come up with this crap?” So I store the story away on my flash drive until I can come up with a way to make it better. Sometimes this takes days or weeks. Most of the time it only takes a few months, though I have one that’s been waiting for an idea for four years.

Remember the story I wrote over winter vacation about a possesion gone wrong? I had an idea that’ll basically mean total rewrite, but it’s a better story than it used to be. Perhaps I’ll be able to submit it afgter all!

Of course, this’ll have to wait until after I finish rewriting “Enigma”, which means there’s going to be a longer wait for the new stories I want to write. Virtual sigh, a writer’s work is never done, is it?

Well, I better get to work. Have a good night.

I’ve been tackling ways to make one of the short stories for The Quiet Game a better read, and so far I think I’m on the right track. For those of you who haven’t read previous articles on this subject, The Quiet Game is a collection of short stories I’m putting together, and “Enigma” is one of them. At the center of the story is an autistic boy named Jason, who sees a wolf spirit symbolizing death. I had originally started this story with a large Navajo mythology component, but I’m afraid I might have to drop that.

In fact, I may have to drop a lot. This story is getting a total rewrite, and so far a lot has changed. In fact, the title of this short story may have to be changed to reflect its new nature.

But I’m okay with that. I did it last semester when I turned “Doll’s Game” into “Animal Child”, doing a total rewrite to make a better story. I’m not sure where “Enigma” will go as a story, what’ll happen later in the plot, or what the name change will be, but I hope that by the end of it, I’ll have a much better story than I did when I wrote the first version. I’ll let you guys know how it came out.

Oh, and if you want more updates on The Quiet Game, please check out the Facebook page I set up. The address is below:

http://www.facebook.com/#!/TheQuietGameFiveTalesToChillYourBones

Have a nice day.

Boy, do I have a lot of work ahead of me. I have two short stories I want to edit, plus two more I want to write first drafts for! I’m not sure if I can get it all done this weekend, but it can’t hurt to try, can it?

The first short story is The Quiet Game, the titular story of my upcoming collection. I want to see if I can shorten it a bit and change a few things I did with it, while also making it that much more scary than it already is, at least for me. It’ll take a bit of work to do, but I aim to do it.

The other story I want to edit is Enigma, from the same collection. However, I’d say what I plan to do with it is closer to a total rewrite. I’ve been going over the plot of the story for the past week and I figured out that the story itself is just not scary enough for my tastes. So I plan to go over it and totally change the plot around in order to make the story scarier, not only for readers, but for the main character, who I realize is acting way too calm for an autistic child thrust into an unfamiliar situation (for those of you not familiar with autism, those affected with the disorder, both children and adults, don’t like changes in routine or new surprises, so it’s hard for them to adjust. Overstimulation or too much change can lead to meltdowns if you’re not careful). So I’ll add to his terror, and hopefully to the reader’s terror as well.

As for the new short stories, I have two in mind. One I mentioned in a post earlier this week, based on a very dark period in my life and taken very much out of the context I experienced it in (it’s fiction written by me, so what do you expect?). The other is based on a dream I had last night, involving a new breed of moth that does worse things than get too close to your porch light. It’s positively disgusting!

I’ll try to get as much done as possible, especially since I’m sometimes prone to the weirdest distractions. I once spent an entire hour looking over news about a TV show I liked when I should’ve been writing! But God willing, I’ll get it all done. After all, I’m a writer, and that’s what writers do. We write, no matter what the circumstances.

Wish me luck!

My calendar tells me that today is the birthday of Mohammad, the founder of Islam, and I thought I’d mark this on my blog. Why? Because the main character of my science fiction novel Reborn City, Zahara Bakur, is a Muslim teenager, and one of the thintgs I do with her is try to show a side of Muslims not always portrayed in the media.

Muhammad lived in the 6th and 7th centuries in the Arabian peninsula. Around the year 610, he recieved revelations from the Archangel Gabriel, and began preaching in Mecca, stressing the importance of monotheism and lessening the divide between the very rich and the very poor in Mecca. This and a bunch of other events led to Islam, which means “submission to the will of Allah”, spreading across the Middle East and eventually around the world. Today, there are 1.57 billion people who identify themselves as Muslims, and they all look to Muhammad’s example and preachings in order to live life they believe Allah wants them too.

But what I like most about Muhammad is that while I know he felt obligated to carry out the Divine Will, he was mainly motivated by a desire to help others. In fact, before he saw Gabriel, Muhammad was looking into many spiritual practices and ways in order to better himself and those around him. In fact, the reason he went to the cave he met Gabriel in was because of this desire, though he had no idea he’d recieve a revelation there.

In a way, Zahara is very similar in this desire: although she follows many of the edicts of her faith because she believes it is Allah’s Will for her, she also does it because she feels it makes her a better person. Consequently her view of life, molded partially by her faith, allows her to exact a positive change over some of the other characters over time. Of course, she has to get herself about neck deep into trouble to accomplish this, but it’s a science fiction story, so what do you expect?

The point is though, Muhammad tried to help others in ancient Arabia, Zahara tries to help others in a fictional dystopic world, and billions of Muslims across the globe try and help people just by following their faith and being kind to others, as opposed to the images we are sometimes bombarded with depicting Muslims as dangerous. And it is the factual image stated above that I want to remind people of as Muslims everywhere observe the Prophet’s birthday.

Aasalam Ailakum, and thanks for reading.

The first draft is anyway, and it’s a good long draft, 3,732 words on twelve digital pages. Personally, I had a lot of fun writing this story, about a fictional urban legend at Ohio State University that becomes the center of a huge criminal investigation at Ohio State. The story is narrated in the first person al a The Virgin Suicides, which sounds something like this: “We thought about it a long time, ruminating over the possible meanings. Terry thought it was a psychological issue, while Jeanie Brooks and Jeanie Cunningham were in favor of a spiritual issue.” You see where I’m going with this?

I wrote this story as the second of two short stories I had to write for my creative writing class this semester. Truthfully though I’ve had this story on a sticky note on a tackboard since late August. I just wanted to save it for the right oppurtunity, and if you ask me this was the right oppurtunity. Not only does this story sound somewhat literary, which is the focus of my class, but the fact that we never really know who or what Old Sid is–or why he’s called “Old Sid”–makes the story weird and genre enough that I can write it.

I’ll probably edit it in a few weeks or so, before I’m supposed to turn it in. Hopefully my class will like it and be able to give me some good advice on what to do with it.

Oh, and spekaing of my class, tonight we did an exercise that gave me an idea for a short story. We were supposed to write down three childhood shoes we wore when we were young (or if we couldn’t remember that, something else from childhood) and write about something that happened while we wore those shoes. Since I couldn’t remember any shoes I wore as a child in vivid detail, I went with Halloween costumes…and remembered a low point in my life when I was really depressed. It gave me the idea for a short story, so when I can I’ll work on it and see what comes about.

Have to say, I love my school; it’s doing so much for my writing and the people here don’t even realize it!

Writing Is A Solitary Art

Posted: January 21, 2013 in Reflections, Writing
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People have some strange image of writers, that we sit at desks with pen and paper or computers all day and easily crank out word after word, and then in the evening we rub shoulders with the paparrazzi and the rich and elite and educated and the celebrated.

Well, that’s wrong.

True., we’re often at desks, and more writers are turning to computers to create their works of art. However, it’s not at all to write. We spend hours trying to force ourselves and our Muses to work, to create what for some is a means to live and for others is plain living. And you know what? We do it alone. Sure, some of us have assistants. Many of us have family and friends that support us, and of course there are Internet groups and people who critique your work and, should you be so lucky, fans.

But you’re the only one who’s doing the writing. And rarely do you get to hang out with the stars, if you even want to (they can be so snobbish sometimes). If you do get to hang out with the stars, it’s probably because your books are published by a major publishing house in New York and you’re one of their major money-earners. Then perhaps a few stars might show up at your launch party, but that doesn’t happen often.

I’m getting off-track. Where was I? Oh yes, now I remember:

You are alone in the writing endeavor. It’s just you, the story, and the medium you’re using to write. Most likely, those last two aren’t living, and if they are you have a huge problem! And it’s up to you to sit down and write what you’re writing, to go out and do the necessary research for the story, and to edit and re-edit the story before you send it to an editor or someone you trust to critique your story. You are alone in your passion, your art, your gift. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

Sometimes people will mistake your devotion to writing for being antisocial or for being socially awkward. I’m not antisocial, though I do like at least an hour of alone time for myself each day to unwind, and as a student, I’m often by myself as I head to classes or eat a quick meal before I get a start on homework. As for the socially awkward…yep, that’s me. Sometimes I have trouble with social situations and figuring out what’s the best course of action. It’s led to some awkward moments in my life.

However just because writers must sequester themselves away from others to do their craft doesn’t mean they’re intentionally avoiding being social. In fact, a writer, especially a fiction writer, can’t be any good at what they do if they can’t empathize with the feelings and emotions in the real world and in the world of thier creations. It’s just a requirement for us to be alone for hours on end if we want to create stories that bring us and others joy. It’s the sad truth, but it’s the truth.

And if it brings us the next Harry Potter or a future Ernest Hemingway, doing a solitary activity can’t be all bad, can it?

We’re all familiar with the Brothers Grimm and their stories. Usually they involve a helpless princess being rescued by a dashing prince from some sort of evil, and then the evil is defeated and the prince and princess live happily ever after. They’re good tales, but once we get past a certain point we realize that the classic fairy tales are simple, slightly sexist, and don’t show much beyond the surface.Recently we’ve been getting some updated versions of the old classics: NBC has the supernatural crime thriller Grimm, where a Portland cop interacts with monsters in human form that inspired our myths of werewolves and dragons and ugly old hags. We’ve seen some reworkings of the Snow White myth with two movies this past year, plus Oz, The Great and Powerful rebooting the old Oz mythos this March. And who can forget Once Upon a Time, the ABC series that’s taking all the old tales and working them into a single, kick-ass narrative with a warrior Snow White, a Beauty dating a monstrous Rumplestiltskin, and a not-so-little Red Riding Hood with lycanthropy, told through flashbacks that relate to today’s events (of the story).

I was thinking of these sorts of stories and I realized something: I love those kinds of stories. I love how they take preconcieved notions that were before unbreakable and break them before building the stories into a new form. In fact, I’ve got four of those ideas for books or book series, though nothing involving Grimm. That’s probably best though: I can get a whole lot more fans by messing with 19th century children’s literature, Arthurian legend, Hans Christen Andersen, and Judeo-Christian mythology (that last one might offend a few people though. Oh well).

Why do we like these sorts of stories? Why are they so popular? Maybe we like seeing something we all grew up with in a new light, or perhaps we enjoy seeing something familiar without all the politically incorrect quirks we weren’t aware of when we were young. Or maybe we like seeing a new side of something familiar. Who’s to say? We’re all different, with different tastes, beliefs, and psychologies. Even identical twins aren’t always perfect mirrors of each other.

Whatever the reason, I can’t wait to tackle my own stories and turn them inside out. Just got to get some other stuff out before that. But I have a feeling I’ll do that soon.

As I sit watching Saturday Night Live, I’m also working on my next short story, Old Sid, a short story about a fictional urban legend at Ohio State University. I plan on narrating this story in the fashion of The Virgin Suicides (which means my narrator is a bunch of people talking as one without naming themselves), and I plan for the story to get progressively darker and twisted while keeping the short story within twenty pages, or five-thousand words, as we prefer to think.

I told my Creative Writing teacher about the idea behind me story, and he really enjoyed it. I hope to have it done within a week, even though it’s not due till mid-February. Still, I think I might enjoy this one. At the very least, it’ll be a challenge to write. After all, I’m not used to first person, and this is a very unique form of first person. Well, let’s see what I come up with, okay? I’ll let you know what happens when I finish the short story.

Oh, and guess what? I’ll be doing my famous SNL reviews later tonight. Can’t stop it, there’s Jennifer Laurence, Adam Levine, and Beiber. That last one I probably won’t like, but it’ll be a boost in my stats, no matter what I think of Beib’s performance.