3/28/10

Six and Appearance

So, turns out I got up the latest chapter up six after all. It's kinda shortish, but oh well. Now, on to the appearance thing.

When creating a character, a common fault is to create the Cool Look you think the character should have. You like those tight, holey jeans, so give him some tight, holey jeans. You like orange, so give him an orange shirt. You like Pokémon, so give him a Pokémon-flavored shirt. An orange, Pokémon-flavored shirt. When designing the appearance of a character or a room, you have to aware of what your appearance is saying about your character, because whether you (or they) realize it or not, people are going to analyze the crap out of your character's appearance.

Consider those jeans: they're common now among the goth/emo crowd. Does your character identify with that particular group? Consider the shirt: is your character a gamer or a card-collector, or is the shirt a hand-me-down from a sibling who was one of those?

One of the best examples of characterization by appearance I've seen is from Eudora Welty's "A Worn Path."


It was December—a bright frozen day in the early morning. Far out in the country there was an old Negro woman with her head tied in a red rag, coming along a path through the pinewoods. Her name was Phoenix Jackson. She was very old and small and she walked slowly in the dark pine shadows, moving a little from side to side in her steps, with the balanced heaviness and lightness of a pendulum in a grandfather clock. She carried a thin, small cane made from an umbrella, and with this she kept tapping the frozen earth in front of her. This made a grave and persistent noise in the still air that seemed meditative, like the chirping of a solitary little bird.

She wore a dark striped dress reaching down to her shoe tops, and an equally long apron of bleached sugar sacks, with a full pocket: all neat and tidy, but every time she took a step she might have fallen over her shoelaces, which dragged from her unlaced shoes. She looked straight ahead. Her eyes were blue with age. Her skin had a pattern all its own of numberless branching wrinkles and as though a whole little tree stood in the middle of her forehead, but a golden color ran underneath, and the two knobs of her cheeks were illumined by a yellow burning under the dark. Under the red rag her hair came down on her neck in the frailest of ringlets, still black, and with an odor like copper.


There are some great details in here that you'll process without even realizing you're doing so. For example, consider her umbrella cane and sack dress. Is she poor and unable to afford a real cane or dress? She must also be resourceful to think of using those common items as utilities. There's also the rag in her hair (implying that she's too poor to have her hair done), the blue eyes (cataracts), the tree in her forehead (symbol of strength), and the golden color ("Phoenix" Jackson).

Writing like Welty is something that I believe is neither desirable nor necessary (not that she's a bad writer), especially in fan fiction, but this short passage has lessons from which almost anyone could benefit. To drastically improve your description, just remember this: when working with appearance, do not put in what you think is Cool; put in what will help to create the character the story needs.

(That's something I always come back to, it seems; the story always is and always will be more important than anything from the author's preference.)

* Also see my description mini-tutorial on Apocrypha, which has a short section on this.

3/23/10

sloooooooooooow

Uh. So, I haven't opened and modified any story documents in, like, a week. i so slo! I feel kinda bad about it, but at the same time it's unavoidable (mainly because of medical reasons and school stuff this time). I had a nifty little electroshock cardiac-pacing test today (terrible procedure!), in order for the doctors to tell me what I already pretty much knew--that I have a slightly deformed heart with an extra electrical pathway. So, I'll be going in for an ablation in a few months and that'll hopefully be the end of that.

The end of this weak (and more the next week) will give me a good bit of time off to work on the stories. Man, I have too many of them to tell.

* I can't say for sure, but I'm expecting the next chapter of "Six" to come out this weekend.

Amendment: that didn't happen. We'll see where I end up by the end of the week.

3/21/10

Writing: disconnection

One of my biggest turn-offs when reading a story is seeing the author pop out at me, meaning that if I know the writer personally or read his profile (less so on that, though), the language there is the same as in the stories.

Stephen King's On Writing has a big section on how you should write--meaning what environment you should be in. Should you have a giant desk? Use pen and paper? Dark or light? Door open or closed? He addresses all of these topics (leaving most of them to the writer's discretion), but one of the things he asserts is that you must never come to the blank page lightly.

When I read a story where it feels like A Person and not An Author is telling the story, I feel like That Person has come to the blank page lightly.

I read Cloud Atlas recently, and one of the most amazing parts of the book was seeing the drastic shifts in style. The book uses six short stories (mirrored; it's complicated) all from different time periods (1800s to the post-apocalyptic future), and each one has a distinct, perfectly-crafted style. The first is a Brontë-esque journal, followed by a fiery series of narrative letters, a tight-knit manuscript for a suspense novel, a memoir of an arrogant publisher, an interview with a clone, and a story by an uneducated man. Following is an example passage from each different section of the novel.

After the service, the doctor & I were approached most cordially by an elder "mainmast' of that chapel, one Mr. Evans, who introduced Henry & me to his good wife (both circumvented the handicap of deafness by answering only those questions they believed had been asked & accepting only those questions they believed had been uttered--a strategem embraced by many an American advocate) & their twin sons, Keegan & Dyfedd.


Couldn't say if Ayrs felt humor, pity, nostalgia, or scorn. He left. Locked the door and climbed into bed for the third time that night. Bedroom farce, when it actually happens, is intensely sad. Jocasta seemed angry with me.


"Before I left Swannekke, I gave Garcia a present to give to you, just a dolce far niente." He tries to make the sentence sound casual.

What in God's name is he talking about?

"You hear me, Luisa? Garcia has a present for you."

A more alert quarter of Luisa's brain muscles in. Isaac Sachs left the Sixsmith Report in your VW. You mentioned the trunk didn't lock. He assumes we are being eavesdropped. "That's very kind of you, Isaac. Hope it didn't cost you too much."


A trio of teenettes, dressed like Prostitue Barbie, approached, drift-netting the width of the pavement. I stepped into the road to avoid collision. But as we drew level they tore wrappers off their lurid ice lollies and just dropped them. My sense of well-being was utterly V-2'd. I mean, we were level with a bin! Tim Cavendish the Disgusted Citizen exclaimed to the offenders: "You know, you should pick those up."


You have no rests?
Only purebloods are entitled to "rests," Archivist. For fabricants, "rests" would be an act of time theft. Until curfew at hour zero, every minute must be devoted to the service and enrichment of Papa Song.


Now you people're lookin' at a wrinkly buggah, mukelung's nibblin' my breath away, an' I won't be seein' many more winters out, nay, nay, I know it. I'm shoutin' back more'n forty long years at myself, yay, at Zachry the Niner, Oy, list'n! Times are you're weak 'gainst the world! Times are you can't do nothin'! That ain't your fault, it's this busted world's fault is all! But no matter how loud I shout, Boy Zachry, he don't hear me nor never will.


I cannot distinguish a single trace of David Mitchell in any of this. Each one of these different styles is crafted to suit the story it's trying to tell--in fact, it's almost like there are six David Mitchells, each writing his own part of it. I can definitely tell that, however many of them there are, he did not come to the page lightly. When I read this story, instead of thinking, "This author is trying to tell me a story," I just see a story. That's the way any writing should be, and if you can do it that well (among other things), you're bound for success.

tl;dr: You cannot write the way you want to write. You must write the way the story tells you to write.

3/15/10

"Six" posting

Just posted chapter four of "Six;" check it out on FFN.

3/14/10

"Six" and Romance

Quick update on "Six:" I just got back from the all-state clinic, and as soon as I get a handle on schoolwork, I'll update. I'll hopefully have it up soon.

Now, on to romance. This is something that's been floating around in my head for quite a bit now and has been growing as I write "Six" and a few original projects.

When dealing with romance, especially not-so-good romance, it's usually pretty simple to identify the problem: everything is perfect and happy and fluffy and everyone wants character Q to get it on with character G. Que pitfall #1--no conflict.

There's also another category of ehh romance that people are less apt to recognize. Some writers take Stories Need Conflict a bit too seriously and end up with a romantic relationship that leaves the reader asking, "Why are these two even together?" Que pitfall #2--no romance. (Having two characters kiss or sleep together does not constitute romance.)

Before moving on to my next point, I want to repeat something that I've heard countless times before: "Writing is a balance." The keen-eyed will notice that the two common pitfalls of romance, like most pitfalls in writing, are opposites. You have to find the blend that works best for your story, and no writing guide on the planet can tell you what that is.

My third point is a bit more obscure and personal. When you write something, you should write it for a reason. If you're writing a romance to get two characters together, chances are that you are writing for the wrong reason.

A trip to any local bookstore or fiction 'site reveals hundreds of stories of people getting together; in order to stand out, you have to write about something more. If you don't, your work will never surpass mediocracy. When I write, I write about how a romantic relationship changes the characters based on their life situations. I'm not saying everyone has to do that, but there should be some value to every romantic piece beyond romance, in the same way that an action piece is never only about who stabs whom. The romance should be there, and it had better be good, but if you want to succeed, it can't be the be-all end-all of your fic.

For example, the romantic subplot in Echoes is about how romance can get in the way of greater things and how Fox's attitude towards it changes throughout the story. In Redemption, it's a story about Wolf's internal conflict. In "Bed of Lies," it's about the chaos and tension it can unleash.

I had this discussion with someone a while back and figure I'd share it: with all my Star Fox fics, I usually end up writing about Fox and Wolf in some way, but the stories are never the same. Each story is a different story, a new take on a different situation. They all share the same basic romantic subplot (though Redemption is by far the most in-depth and ill-executed, falling into Pitfall Number Two), but their different foci allow for the development of much different stories.

3/12/10

Contest

So, Fraye and Swiper are sponsoring a oneshot contest over in the Star Fox section. You can find it here:

http://forum.fanfiction.net/topic/71506/23244998/1

Swiper's judging, and since I don't have any entries, I'll probably be on the panel as well (and maybe SerpentPanda too). Hopefully we'll be able to get some good writing out of this.

(And no, this isn't the post I was referring to in my previous post.

Away

Away from my home location and stuck at a location with Internet that dislikes https protocol; I have a post that I want to make, but am unable to do so right now. It should be up Sunday.

3/8/10

Question

So, as I'm writing "Six" (up to 18k words right now), I'm encountering a few things that I've never had to deal with before, and that leads me to a question that I must ask my readers:

Up until this point, I have mainly been doing progress updates on this journal. I am aware of a few popular writers' journals that also give occasional writing advise and whatnot--would anyone reading this thing be interested if I did some of that? I've posted a few things over on Apocrypha (and am in the process of posting a question over there as I write this), but I've often held out because I didn't think it was worth calling too much attention to myself.

Any opinions?