Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Caught in The Act! I Told You I Spoil My Dog




See, see, see? And I bet you thought I was making things up… tsk, tsk.

No lessons or advice this week—I feel like I’m getting preachy and up my own butt with messages—just a good old fashioned brain dump. I’ve had a few things on my mind lately and since this blog is partly about my emotional journey I figured I’d unload here. So here goes:
I finally sucked it up and sent out my first submission for Lightbringer! I realize part of the reason I hadn’t done it yet was because I wasn’t ready to do it [yet.] The fear of receiving a rejection on what has been such an ingrained part of my life for so long was holding me back. Not anymore!

Did you know that I have had Lightbringer in my head since I was a teenager? A good nine years, I’d say. I’ve probably mentioned this before, but it was the first story I ever wanted to turn into a novel. At the time everything else was—and I’m not ashamed to admit it!—either Sailor Moon, Bleach or Ranma ½ fan fiction. I think there was some Harry Potter thrown in there too, but it was probably satire.

Since I created the world of Lightbringer, some of my ideas have shown up in other media. Once it’s published it’ll seem like I’ve bitten off this or that, I’m sure. Am I bothered? No. I’ve had these ideas in my head for nine years and they’re seeing print whether or not they’ve been done before! Besides, as long as I take these ideas and use them in new and different ways it should be fine. How many stories have been written about wizards, vampires or the Greek Gods before? Exactly.

Oh—apparently I need to either a.) shut my big trap, b.) go where the crowd goes, or c.) not care and do what I want. I was chewed out on a forum recently because I posted a question about whether or not I’m spending too much time writing and not enough time with my friends and family. I wanted to know if people do the same thing I do—which is shut down my social life until I complete a deadline—or if those around them come first. Stabbed a few people’s nerves with a serrated knife, it seems. 

I was accused of being selfish and disrespectful of the people around me. I was told that I am a taker, not a giver and that all of my friendships are one-sided. One individual—determined that he knew everything about me because of a single question—went on for paragraphs about what a terrible person I am. Maybe a question does tell a lot about a person, but not enough to solicit the responses I received.

For a while I was upset. I even ignored my better judgment and engaged with a response that isn’t like me. Usually I have my Teflon skin on and don’t care what other people think, but their responses stabbed me in the nerve, and I had to be heard this time. I had to be.

There are few people whom I consider friends. This is because I am a giver—a big giver—and I have been burned so many times in the past that I am no longer inclined to give to just anyone. Because I have been burned (hard, trust me,) I was very hurt by the accusations of being a selfish, one-sided taker. Teflon’s back on, though. Next time I’ll report the post and go on my merry way.
 


 
 
I deign admit this, but I will for honesty’s sake: I’ve been a bit obsessed with follower count lately. Someone de-followed me and it actually made me a little sad (and that, in itself, is sad.) I’m sure everyone’s felt this way at one point or another, but now that I realize I’ve been doing it I feel a little silly. What does it matter how many names you have under join this site? It doesn’t.

There are two important things about this blog: 1.) I help myself by writing it. 2.) I help others by writing it. Would I like to help more others than naught? Oh, of course (giver, here.) I’m happy just being a help to someone, though. If my message reaches at least one person, that’s one person my message has reached.

Check out this blog if you have a minute: http://dormroomcook.blogspot.com It’s an interesting and unique take on the correlation between healthy eating and weight loss. There’s also much to learn about self-motivation from it. I plan to follow this journey closely.

That’s about it for me. I have tons of other things to say, but I’m sure your eyes are a little tired of my Bookman Old Style font by now, so I’ll sign off here. As always, my hope is that you have an excellent week. Oh—! I am catching up on my reading now. If you have yet to hear from me you will soon enough.

Thanks for reading, thanks for responding and thanks for being here to talk to. You are all great people. I hope you know that.

Until next time,

 

—R

 


Friday, August 24, 2012

I Spoil My Dog

My pug just body-slammed my lap. He’s good for that. Whenever I start writing on the chaise lounge he comes storming over and plops right down. It’s our little routine, him and I. The act of Kingsley sleeping on me while I type with one hand is a symbol of our bond, our little unit. Why, I’m typing with one hand right now—guess it’s a good thing I started this post on Thursday evening rather than Friday morning!

The dog is as spoiled as spoiled can be. I don’t mind. I’m glad he’s resting on my arm with his head planted on part of my Macbook. His little act of neediness has granted me some inspiration. I’d like to share that inspiration here.

Spoil your characters. Really, do it. Give them higher than normal strength, the beauty of a siren or even a +1 great-sword with instant mana-burn. Whatever it is, give them something that makes them secular, otherworldly. Provide a physical, psychological or material aspect that makes them unique. Take them to the next level. Make them someone that I (the reader) want to be like.

Every Day Characters—ones that sit around drinking tea or reading the papers—are boring. Readers live with the mundane. Many read creative writing to escape it. If I’m looking for escape and the story I’m reading is about your average every day brunette who goes to the grocery store to buy vegetarian chili ingredients and then takes six paragraphs to make the chili, I’m putting the publication in the yard-sale bin. Entice me with your character. Make me jealous of her.

But don’t go overboard.

Some writers have a tendency to succumb to Shiny Character Syndrome: Authors load their character up with so many amazing traits and abilities that, by the end of it, the character has attained demi-god status. There is no mountain he cannot climb, no conflict she can’t overcome. They’re so over-exaggerated that they become a chore to read about, and have the potential to quickly become what many describe as a “Mary or Gary Sue:” just another perfect, over-the-top, carbon-copy dud.

People have flaws. In order to be connectable, characters need flaws, too. I have no sympathy for the blonde bombshell who can fight like Chuck Norris, Speak like John F. Kennedy, and still find the time to cook like that bald judge on Top Chef. Now, give that bombshell an inferiority complex due to childhood hazing and you’ve made someone I want to care about.

Try balancing a perfection with an imperfection. Say you give your character insanely good looks, make him physically weak. Give your character a great sense of taste, make her allergic to nuts. Your character can shoot laser-beams out of his eyes. That’s all well and good, but due to a childhood incident he’s actually afraid of lasers. Make him built up enough to want to emulate, but reserved enough to be relatable.

Another benefit of spoiling is that it’s fun. Who doesn’t want to dream up new and exciting things a person can be capable of—especially when you can live vicariously through the character by giving her traits you’ve always wanted!

Example: I am very slow. I run at a pathetic rate. I’ve always wanted to be quicker. In my current work-in-progress, I made the main character the fastest person in the book. Writing about him cutting through the wind like a sharp sword slicing through bamboo is fulfilling in ways. I can imagine myself in his shoes. I can run along with him. While I’m writing him I no longer feel like the slow kid in class—through him, I am the fastest.

So spoil Kingsley. Let him jump on the couch now and then—but in exchange for his amazing cat-like balance make him just a little bit dumber than the average dog. It’s a balance that will make him both admirable and amicable. It’s a balance that will leave your reader wanting more. 

I’ve little to say on the personal side this week—a bit tired, but also excited that draft two is finally finished! I begin work on draft three tomorrow, and look forward to the newest part of this writing adventure.

I hope you all have a great week, and to all my pals in the blogosphere: I look forward to catching up on some reading!


Best,

—R

 

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Fire & Ice: The August 2012 Blog Chain


Well, vacation is over and here I am. I had a great time and am ready to share some great memories—next week! This week my focus is on the Absolute Write’s August 2012 blog chain.

If you frequent my blog, you’ve no doubt noticed that one a month I participate in this chain, hosted by Orion_mk3/nonexistentbooks. Each month we [participants] vote on a topic and write about it. It’s fun, it’s exposing and it’s a great way to get to know the writing community. I absolutely recommend giving it a shot. You may just make some friends out of it!

This month’s topic is Fire & Ice. Here’s my submission, a two to three minute one-act. At the bottom of this post is a list of the other participants and links to their submissions. Please check them out. You’ll find some great reads as you do!


Fire & Ice


[LIGHTS UP. BILL WAKES UP ON A BED IN A RED ROOM. FIRE CAN BE SEEN OUTSIDE OF THE ROOM’S SOLE WINDOW.  A MAN HOVERS OVER BILL. BILL SITS UP.]

BILL:          “What happened?”

STRANGER: “You died.”

BILL:          “Who’re you?”

STRANGER: “Jim.”
        
BILL:          “Why are you here, Jim?”
        
JIM:           “I’m your devil.”
        
BILL:          “My devil? Does that mean…”
        
JIM:           “Yes. You are in hell.”

[BEAT.]

BILL:          “I just don’t understand this. I was a good person! Why didn’t I get into Heaven?”

JIM:           “Because you didn’t pick the right religion, Jim.”

BILL:          “What is the right religion?”

JIM:           “None of them.”

BILL:          “Then how do you get in?”

JIM:           “You don’t.”

BILL:          “This doesn’t make any sense.”

JIM:           “That’s because you’re dreaming.”

[LIGHTS OUT.]

[LIGHTS UP. BILL WAKES UP ON A BED IN A BLUE ROOM. THE FURNITURE IS MADE OF ICE. A MAN HOVERS OVER HIM. BILL SITS UP.]

JIM:           “Good morning, Bill.”

BILL:          “Jim?”

JIM:           “Yes.”

BILL:          “Where am I?”

JIM:           “Hell.”

BILL:          “Still?”

[BILL GETS UP AND WALKS AROUND THE ROOM.]

BILL:          But it’s freezing here.”

JIM:           “Of course it is. It’s hell.”

BILL:          “I thought hell was a lake of fire?”

JIM:           “That’s what they want you to believe.”

BILL:          “Why would they lie?”

JIM:           “Because, when you’re freezing, a lake of fire sounds pretty damned good.”

As usual it’s a bit out of left field, I know, but isn’t that par for the course by now? I hope you all are having GREAT Augusts. I look forward to catching up on some reading and learning all about what you’ve been up to. I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled programming next Friday. Until then, have a great week!

Best,

—R



LINKS TO THIS MONTH’S POSTS:

randi.lee - http://emotionalnovel.blogspot.com/ (link to this month's post)

Proach - http://desstories.blogspot.com/ (link to this month's post)
BigWords - http://bigwords88.wordpress.com/ (link to this month's post)

magicmint - http://www.loneswing.com/ (link to this month's post)
tomspy77 - http://thomaswillamspychalski.wordpress.com/ (link to this month's post)