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Something to lean on

Ten years ago, I swore I would never do it again.

After all, the stories in my head were already beginning to build up. Time went on and the stories weren’t properly told, and I knew full well that my characters deserved more attention than I was giving them. If I was going to write, I needed to write my stories, with my characters, and doing otherwise was being lazy. Using a crutch. Copping out.

But last month, I started writing fanfiction again.

I still can’t quite pin down why. After all, I had barely written anything in months when I sat down to start planning True Colors. Alabaster Locket still remains unfinished, and the rewrite of Around the Source is stagnating at the second chapter. I’ve got three or four short stories begging to be written in my head and here I am, plotting out a multi-chapter fanfiction for a Japanese children’s show that I find myself completely obsessed with.

At first I was embarrassed. Mortified, even. I’d denounced fanfiction at least a dozen times since my fanfic-writing heyday back in college (most of which, amusingly, is still available online in a number of archives). How could I fall back, fall so low again to be writing for characters that aren’t even mine?

And then I got over it.

The story is still in my head. I can’t argue that fact – it’s stuck there, and it’s going to drive me batty until it’s written. If I can’t focus on my other projects until this one is written out, then so be it – I’ll write it! And with any luck, people will enjoy it. It’d be rather nice if they did. With the most luck, I’ll be able to get other people interested in the show that I love so much. With the worst luck, I’ll learn from the experience and move on.

And I will move on. I know that I’ll get this story out – or stop halfway – and go back to my other works-in-progress. After all, sometimes everyone needs a little crutch until they can walk on their own once again.

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There is no foreshadowing here.

Rian paused, brought back to the present as he went to buckle his belt, the familiar weight resting against his hips. For a moment he considered leaving the leather belt exactly as it was, adorned with all sorts of tool pouches and straps for his work around the farm. But a small voice of reason spoke up and asked him if he really needed all that extra weight when it came time for long stretches of hiking, and he quickly found himself removing them all. He left a pair of pouches for small items and money, but slid on an old, worn scabbard, letting it sit comfortably on his right hip as he finished buckling the belt around his waist. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to – his knowledge of weaponry was mainly limited to various sorts of hammers – but he had found the set in his father’s study, and had decided that having some sort of protection was certainly better than none.

The sword that he’d found inside the scabbard had been old and worn, nothing of any special note whatsoever, at least, as far as Rian could tell. It didn’t even have any sort of engraving or decoration on the blade or about the hilt. The last few weeks he’d taken it from the scabbard, spending an hour here and there sharpening the blade and keeping the sword in overall decent shape. Now he slid the blade back home, feeling the extra weight press against his hip, and he hoped dearly that it was something he’d quickly become used to.

NONE WHATSOEVER.

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on Keeping Busy

I am the busiest I have been in a very long time.

To attempt some sort of summary, this summer I have:
-taken over the leadership of a performance troupe
-appeared as a guest at an out-of-state convention
-restarted learning Japanese
-met with my best friend at least once a week (when possible)
-bought a house
-moved into said house
-learned how to use a lawnmower
-taken on a metric butt-ton of responsibility at work
-learned how to go without a lunch break for weeks on end
-vastly appreciated the occasional Mimosa Friday at work

But as the summer winds down, the remaining boxes get unpacked, and the fall season ramps into full swing, I find myself a little less stressed. I was even able to take a lunch break yesterday, and was pleasantly surprised to find myself pounding out 800 words during that time.

Of course, now I find myself burdened with a very tricky decision to make: with one novel still unfinished (tAL) and another on its third draft (AtS), do I even attempt to participate in the coming NaNo? Fellow writers, I seek your advice!

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As the zombie writer rises from the grave…

So, for the most part, I haven’t really been writing.

It’s been stressful, to say the least. So much time spent sitting down, staring at a blinking cursor, and wondering why the words won’t make their way onto the screen. It’s not that the words weren’t there – I could even say them out loud if I wanted – it’s just that they refused to be written. Unfortunately it’s a little odd to use speech recognition software in the middle of my office’s kitchen, so writing just didn’t get done.

I think I know why it happened, and I’ve taken steps to rectify it. Since those steps, I’ve been able to get more writing done in the last week than I have in the past month, which has felt fantastic. I also switched gears from tAL back to an AtS rewrite, since that kept popping into my head. I think as long as I keep writing what I -feel- like writing, instead of forcing myself to stay on one track, things will go better.

The AtS rewrite is feeling simultaneously excessive and incredibly needed. It feels excessive because there are some parts on the reading draft that feel that they were written correctly the first time, and part of me wants to rewrite them anyway to see if I can do it better. But mainly it feels needed because I cut things out of that draft like hair on a salon floor, and I know that the rewrite can fix things back to the way they ought to be.

Of course, it doesn’t help that I do almost all of my writing on my lunch break at work, and my coworker has started taking her break at the same time I take mine (something my boss doesn’t really care about, whine whine whine I’ll stop now). At any rate, I’ve been taking less breaks and thus have less time to write.

In the end, the only thing that matters is that I’m writing again. I know how to keep myself writing (presumably). And maybe I can finally finish something enough to start shopping it around, if just for kicks. :)

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The obvious is obvious, obviously.

Today, I read a brief article about how (to put it simply) Lupin in the Harry Potter books used to be gay, but then fell in love with Tonks. The comments on the article exploded with anger over the article author’s use of the term ‘ex-gay’ (which I personally despise), but the comment that really made me stop and think was this:

“It was the same with the reveal that Dumbledore is gay: the fact is so obscure that there’s no point telling anyone about it. If she really wanted to do something for gay rights/acceptance she would have written the characters as obviously gay.”

This…disturbs me.

I’ve wrestled with something like this with my own characters as I’ve been writing. The main romantic pair in AtS is heterosexual, a ‘classic’ male/female pairing. As for the other characters, those whose affections and relationships aren’t as critical to the storyline, their preferences are more or less left a mystery. Not because their relationships would be unconventional or damaging, but because they’re simply not necessary for the story.

But the quoted comment bothers me even deeper than that. We all know somebody gay or lesbian or bisexual or genderqueer or anything that falls under that vast umbrella of ‘not strictly heterosexual’. Some of us – myself included – sit comfortably under that umbrella ourselves. I’m not a huge fan of social statistics, but even if that umbrella only holds 10% of the world’s population, every single one of those people there is still different. We are all unique. We are ourselves.

According to that one commenter, our stories don’t necessarily matter when it comes to our rights or our acceptance. They only matter if we’re obviously gay. What does that mean? Do I need to wear rainbows every day? Flirt with every girl in the office? Voice my protests to the point of annoying anyone around me? Or is it more base than that, requiring at least one same-sex scene within every fifty pages of my life?

How does reinforcing stereotypes help the equality movement in literature?

Should Diraryna start hitting on Charley and Tiremenya, just to show that she’s a strong female character who prefers the company of other women? Hell no! That would be out of character for her as a reserved, smart-assed foreigner with a grudge against people based on their race. Does it make AtS’s story any less gay-friendly? I don’t think so, but apparently there are those who would disagree.

Some of my characters are gay. Some are bi. Some are poly. Will you necessarily know which? Quite possibly not, because that part of them might not be as important to the story as other parts. Just as I am far more than my sexual orientation, so are my characters. I don’t need to write about my characters’ sex lives to show the reader who they are. I would rather like to hope we’re past the point of shoving unnecessary bits into our writing just to placate other parties, but perhaps we still have quite a ways to go.

Acceptance and equality hinges so heavily on actually treating everybody the same, no matter their gender, race, orientation or even hair color. Equality does not, however, mean giving preferential treatment to one person over another based on those same qualities. Writing ‘obviously gay’ characters will only reinforce a stereotype, not build acceptance based on equality.

Rawr.

/soapbox

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