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Fanfic is pretty similar but also really fundamentally different from original fiction. It’s similar in that you’re writing about things using words, but the way you write about them is completely different because you’re using characters and a world that has already been established; you have to make your fanfic fit into that world, or be a plausible offshoot, or you should just write original fic. With original fiction, you’re starting with a blank page in every sense of the word, even though you can obviously draw inspiration and ideas and information from the world around you. And you’re also writing to a completely different audience; generally speaking, people who like the already created world and who want to read more.

"Oh, can I watch?" she said. And Dympna, who never got her hands dirty, could nevertheless name every cylinder and valve that was lying on the floor, and let Maddie have a go painting the new fabric (over the fuselage she'd kicked in) with a mess of plastic goo called "dope" which smelled like pickled onions. After an hour had gone by and Maddie was still there asking what all the parts of the plane were for and what they were called, the mechanics gave her a wire brush and let her help.

Maddie said she always felt very safe, after that, flying in Dympna's Puss Moth, because she had helped to put its engine back together herself.

Code Name Verity, Elizabeth Wein

Writing starts with reading. We learn by example, by reading something and thinking, hey, I could do that - this is why a lot of new writers end up writing really derivative stuff at first; they're trying to imitate something great they read. Some new writers go straight to fanfiction, which is why there's a lot of wish-fulfillment-y self-insert fanfiction out there to go along with all the wish-fulfillment-y self-insert original fiction. Early efforts at fanfiction are often pretty simple too. This is the kind of stuff that goes viral to be mocked around the internet - an authorial self-insert goes to Hogwarts and ends up with everyone falling in love with her, etc. Simple=/= bad, by the way - I think this kind of fanfic can be great fun and well-written, and even if it's not what I personally want to read, someone had a lot of fun writing it, which is good - but that's a topic for another time. At some point, the new writer starts having more and new ideas of their own, and the rest is history.

Anyway, most fanfiction goes a bit deeper than the stereotypical Mary Sue fic and starts deconstructing the canon world. Modern day alternate universes, even, the "what if the characters of Harry Potter were teenages who worked in a coffee shop" type stories are doing this - they ask things like: what character traits are intrinsic? What are a result of circumstances? How would things be different or the same with these characters in different circumstances? These are the questions that I think most fanfiction attempts to answer, whether or not the particular fic does it well. Essentially, it's literary analysis but way more fun. By writing fanfiction, you can take apart a story, a world, a character, and put them back together. Maybe even put them back together better! This helps with writing in a few ways. First, you learn why authors decide to write things in the way they do, and second, you learn why you write things in the way you do. You learn from where you disagree with the authors, where you think the writing is weak, what you would do differently.

You can learn all this from original fiction too, but I myself think that if you're going to learn how to build something, first you should learn to take apart a functional model and see how it works. As much as I hate the training wheels type metaphors for fanfiction, I do think that in this way it can be like a sandbox; you get to mess around at will and get better at writing while writing stories about Hermione being awesome.

Fan fiction is a way of the culture repairing the damage done in a system where contemporary myths are owned by corporations instead of by the folk.  

Henry Jenkins
Just kidding, that's not actually what he said, it's a misattribution. Anyway, someone said it, and I completely agree. There's a view of stories, books, etc., these days - that they belong to someone who owns the rights, to Disney, to the writer themselves. Legally, that's entirely true, and also plagiarism is bad. But on another level it's just completely off base of the point of telling stories. Stories change, get retold, misinterpreted, and are rewritten all the time. As they should be; a story is a living thing, like language. And as with language, the only unchanging stories are dead ones.

One tends to think of it as written by total fanboys and fangirls as a kind of worshipful act, but a lot of times you’ll read these stories and it’ll be like ‘What if Star Trek had an openly gay character on the bridge?’ And of course the point is that they don’t, and they wouldn’t, because they don’t have the balls, or they are beholden to their advertisers, or whatever. There’s a powerful critique, almost punk-like anger, being expressed there—which I find fascinating and interesting and cool.”

Lev Grossman

It's not all about my new age-y feelings on what a story means; fanfiction is also a way of challenging the dominant culture, a culture that prioritizes the narratives of white, cisgender, heterosexual men above all others. Is fandom activism? No. But it can overlap with activism. It can challenge assumptions and start a dialogue. And a lot of people get very upset about people writing straight characters in gay relationships, imagining characters as a different race than their canon one, writing about if a cisgender character were actually trans. There's a feeling of "get your icky hands off my characters" about this kind of distress, like those of us who belong to marginalized groups should just be happy with what we get. And fanfiction challenges that. And it challenges the "image" of characters like, for example, Captain Kirk as a straight man. Fanfiction asks: what if this man, who is brave, and strong, and smart, and a cultural icon, was actually gay? What if gay characters didn't just get assigned to the role of sassy friends, villains, and women who get killed before their time? And what if straight men could identify with and admire a gay character without the world ending? 

Fanfiction is fulfilling a fundamental need that people have: to see themselves in media, as whole people, and maybe even with a happy ending or two.

No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can't put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.

Erin Bow

Ending on a happier note than my eternal rage about every lesbian character ever getting brutally killed off, writing is good! Writing more can only help you get better, so keep doing it. And maybe check out fandom, if you have the time. You might find something you like.
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NYC Women's March was wonderful - they were expecting something like a hundred thousand and the real turnout was close to FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND, so. There were people walking along the sidewalk and on parallel streets because there was just no room - for a lot of it we were standing completely still because it was just so packed. So many amazing people.

...on another note, holy jesus my whole body aches today. Holding a sign is hard work!

ETA I just remembered that at one point, someone near me started singing Bohemian Rhapsody and the whole area joined in, complete with singing the guitar solos! So great.

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The dish washer where I work is a Trumper.  As in, wrote, "Trump for president, Hillary for Prison" on his timesheet. He calls gay people "homos" and has actually (this very night, in fact), said the phrase "Obama should go back to Kenya". He could be convinced to change his mind, except that he doesn't trust major news outlets or minor ones. Only sketchy conspiracy theory sites. This is all obviously bad, but what makes it especially frustrating is that he, once a week or so, comes up to me (or one of my co-workers) to say something insane and usually bigoted. Finally tonight, after months of trying to ignore it, I told him that he wasn't going to convince me, that I thought he was wrong, that we shouldn't talk about it again. I think he got the message because he spent the rest of the evening looking at me like I killed his puppy, but knowing him he'll have forgotten (or "forgotten") tomorrow and I'll have to either listen silently, argue, or once again tell him to stop telling me his nutbag theories. Fun!

Add to that the two tables that mysteriously decided not to tip me whatsoever on an already slow ni, and I had a great night.

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Title: think of cinnamon [ao3]
Fandom: True Detective
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Marty/Rust pre-slash
Word Count: 330
Author's Note: Written for Yuletide Madness 2016 for reserve.
Summary: UST-y haircuts, Marty gets rid of Rust's ponytail.

Marty's hands slide through Rust's hair, and Rust forgets to breathe.
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Title: quarry [ao3]
Fandom: It Follows
Rating: T for canon-level creepiness
Pairing(s): none
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: Written for Yuletide Madness 2016 for thesleepingsatellite.

noun: quarry; plural noun: quarries
an animal pursued by a hunter, hound, predatory mammal, or bird of prey.
synonyms: prey, victim
a thing or person that is chased or sought.

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Title: sand scattered [ao3]
Fandom: Stranger Things
Rating: G
Pairing(s): none
Word Count: 1070
Author's Note: Written for Yuletide 2016 for celaenos.
Summary: Post-canon; Nancy is having dreams that suggest that not everything is over. Features Nancy, Joyce, Steve, and a bit of El.

Shall I be raised from death, the spirit asks.
And the sun says yes.

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Welp, once again missed Chocolate Box signups due to a post-holiday cold. Time to start looking for promising requests to treat, I suppose!
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Steve/Tony recs, for sawickies. These are grouped vaguely by length, but are otherwise in no particular order.

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(Talking about Beowulf being described by critics as "wild, trivial, or typical")

"Yet all stories, great and small, are one or more of these three things in such nakedness. The comparison of skeleton "plots" is simply not a critical literary process at all."

This is a quote from Tolkien's essay "Beowulf: The Monsters and the Critics" and will now be used in all my arguments with people who like to hate on books or movies or shows or whatever by saying things like, "Well, if you think about it, the story's just..." or "I mean when you boil it down it's basically..." Whatever, jerks, I have Tolkien on my side.
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Title: i'm your house (ao3)
Fandom: American Gods
Rating: R
Pairing(s): none
Summary: Shadow dreams of the bone orchard, and the bone orchard dreams of Shadow.
Word Count: 1005
Author's Note: Written for Yuletide 2015!

There is no memory of how the orchard began, or if it was planted, which is not to say that it wasn’t. What is known is this:
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Sep. 27th, 2015 01:14 pm
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A brief excerpt from a treat I'm working on for Trick or Treat:

warning for torture )
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I saw a movie last week with my brother, a horror movie called It Follows, which was fantastic and terrifying. I don't see much horror - I have a used-to-be-girlfriend-now-friend who loves horror, so I watched some stuff with her. But overall I'm conscious that I'm too much of a baby for horror. My imagination grabs hold of the details and uses them to make me miserable and terrified, for days. It Follows was incredibly scary, and the premise was also perfect for freaking me the hell out. It was great.

I've been writing so much lately, almost every day. It's intoxicating. I'm working on a hockey zombie AU that I'm loving loving loving so far, except that it's gotten stuck. I think this is because it's only the main character at the beginning, no one to interact with, and I'm having the worst time writing scenes and scenes without dialogue. But the lack of dialogue is important, because the beginning is supposed to be complete silence, trapped in this house having to be completely silent for weeks and weeks. And then eventually he has to leave, still by himself, and by the time he finally finds someone he knows, he's both terrified of silence and terrified of not being silence, and probably suffering from PTSD. But first I have to get to the part where he meets another person. I don't know.
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Apparently the key was just writing the saddest part of the story and powering through! I have now reached 10k and I am so excited. [does the productivity dance]
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You know, I thought I'd experienced all the weird ways inspiration and motivation and time/space/ability/energy to do things intersect and make writing really difficult. Like the many, many times I've actually been really inspired and ready to write, except in class, which isn't a problem so much because I feel bad about not paying attention, but because I'm absurdly paranoid about people reading over my shoulder despite the fact that a)why would anyone do that?? and b)my handwriting is frequently too dreadful for me to read. Or getting inspired when I have too much to do and all I want to do is burrow into whatever it is I'm writing, but I literally do not have the time. Right now, though, I'm in some hellish in-between mode where I'm really interested and inspired and motivated! all the good things! but it's incredibly directionless and mostly just amounts to me thinking in really vague terms about what I'm writing. Not helpful.

In other writing news, I think creating an Excel spreadsheet for my WIPs may have been a terrible idea. I mean, it was a really good idea, actually, because I'm remembering all these cool ideas that I previously would have vaguely considered and then tossed aside to be forgotten in a day. And I'm keeping track of my progress, and sometimes I write down vague little ideas that become really, really useful and I can smush ideas together and it's just delightful. But like. It's growing every day and all I want to do is write, but I can't, I have other things I need to do, and just. Why, why this.

Also, writing original fic is so STRANGE. I kind of want to stop writing and just create like, a guidebook to the universe I'm writing in, so I have all the background info laid out. But realistically I know that if I do that, I will never, ever complete the actual work. I'm closing in on 10,000 words, though! Hoping to reach that today. I know in terms of length that I definitely want to reach 50,000, because NaNoWriMo (even though that's not until November, but shh), but I'm pretty sure it's gonna be...significantly longer than that. WHATEVER, I'M SURE IT'S FINE.

sea garden

Apr. 14th, 2015 10:24 am
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The problem with writing an essay about H.D.'s Sea Garden is that I love it too much. Every time I write about it, I have to reread it, and I get entirely caught up in the weird, disturbing, creepy stuff that's happening. And the way it starts out with a poem about a rose that's all messed up and broken, and you read and and are like huh, okay and then the second poem is "The Helmsman" and it just catapults into weirdness. And you keep reading, getting more and more of the picture, still kind of confused about what is happening but sure that it's something majorly fucked up. Things just feel wrong, like something is seriously off, and you never really get the whole story. I love it wildly. I remember feeling this way about T.S. Eliot when I was around fifteen and had just legitimately started reading him (not counting Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, which I read many times as a child), except T.S. Eliot is overtly surreal and gorgeous, and Sea Garden is the kind of thing that creeps up on you.

Anyway, here is "The Helmsman" for your reading enjoyment, which is not my favorite poem only because choosing a favorite from this collection is impossible for me.

O be swift-
we have always known you wanted us.

We fled inland with our flocks,
we pastured them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.

We worshipped inland-
we stapped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.

We wandered from pine-hills
through oak and scrub-oak tangles,
we broke hyssop and bramble,
we caught flower and new bramble-fruit
in our hair: we laughed
as each branch whipped back,
we tor our feet in half buried rocks
and knotted roots and acorn-cups.

We forgot - we worshipped,
we parted green from green,
we sought further thickets,
we dipped our ankles
through leaf-mould and earth,
and wood and wood-bank enchanted us-

and the feel of the clefts in the bark,
and the slope between tree and tree-
and a slender path strung field to field
and wood to wood
and hill to hill
and the forest after it.

We forgot- for a moment
tree-resin, tree-bark,
sweat of a torn branch
were sweet to the taste.

We were enchanted with the fields,
the tufts of coarse grass
in the shorter grass-
we loved all this.

But now, our boat climbs- hestitates- drops-
climbs- hesitates- crawls back-
climbs- hesitates-
O be swift-
we have always known you wanted us.

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