Wednesday, June 29, 2011
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Oh, I really liked this! I only had a few quibbles here and there with word choices. Very steamy, too, whoo! :D I hope they take it; it's wonderful!
Read your story, found it really hot :) I don't know, I didn't really find anything wrong with it!
Overall liked it :) I did add comments and suggestions though out the text.
This is a friggin' awesome description.
Friday, June 10, 2011
It doesn't matter what I saySo long as I sing with inflectionThat make you feel that I'll conveySome inner truth of vast reflectionBut I've said nothing so far-- The Hook, Blues Traveler
- Harry Potter. His parents are already dead when the story starts. We don't know James and Lily Potter; it takes many novels before we even get a sense of them as people rather than just "dead parents." But the description of them being dead, the house destroyed, a mystery as to why they were killed, and what is going to happen to that baby... that's all established in the first few pages.
- Stephanie Meyers opens up the Twilight Saga with the threat of Bella's demise. We don't even know Bella yet - she's not identified by name, we know nothing about her... and yet, there's the happy hunter (I've always thought James' description in that first chapter was a bit jarring, actually.) bouncing across the room to murder her.
- Even my favorite writers, Sharon Lee and Steve Miller open up Conflict of Honors with a funeral, a rape and the threat of a second sexual assault.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Steamlust: Steampunk Erotic Romance
Foreword Meljean Brook
Introduction: A Passion for Steampunk
Iron Hard Sylvia Day
Heart of the Daedalus Saskia Walker
Fog, Flight and Moonlight Sacchi Green
The Undeciphered Heart Christine d’Abo
Mr. Hartley’s Infernal Device Charlotte Stein
A Demonstration of Affection Elizabeth Coldwell
Undergrounded Vida Bailey
Sparks Anna Meadows
Green Cheese Lisabet Sarai
Lost Souls Andrea Dale
Golden Moment Lynn Townsend
Liberated Mary Borsellino
Make Your Own Miracles Nikki Magennis
Rescue My Heart Anya Richards
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
The question every young writer asks is: “What should I write?”
And the cliched answer is, “Write what you know.”
This advice always leads to terrible stories in which nothing interesting happens.
The best advice is not to write what you know, it’s write what you *like*.
Write the kind of story you like best.
We make art because we like art.
All fiction, in fact, is fan fiction.
The best way to find the work you should be doing is to think about the work you want to see done that isn’t being done, and then go do it.
Draw the art you want to see, make the music you want to hear, write the books you want to read.
-- How to Steal like an Artist, Austen Kleon
Somewhere over the last twenty years, I've been making a mistake. I've been writing what I thought people wanted to read. About ten years back, I wrote a rather long novel (with a co-writer, my lovely friend Liz) that no one will ever want to read.
It started out as a romance. At the time, neither of us actually read romance novels, and if we thought about the genre at all, we thought about it in terms of large stacks of cheap paperbacks with tacky covers, stacked in the used bookstore that we would never have looked at twice. (oooh, look at that, I managed to write a sentence that I didn't end with a preposition, even though I really, really wanted to!)
We very much enjoyed the writing of said romance. And then we got to the end of the story and realized that that's all there was. Romance.
Well, who the hell is going to read that? we asked ourselves. Particularly when you consider that not only is it fantasy romance, it's fantasy poly-amorous romance. Which meant that, yes, there was male-male sex. (There was also female-female sex. We're pretty liberal around here. Or horny. I'm not sure which.)
At the time, neither of us realized that there was, actually, a vast audience out there who do read what's commonly called "slash fiction."
So, we attempted to "fix" the story. To market it towards an audience that we thought might exist.
We added an adventure plot. A rather twisty bit of politics surrounded by some action/adventure.
We took out ALL the sex.
In short, we pulled all the colored feathers off a peacock, taped a feather duster to its ass and called it an eagle.
When really, it was a perfectly lovely peacock before we messed with it.
Since then, we've both started reading romances; I will forever be grateful to another friend who absolutely INSISTED that I would like When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn. We've both discovered that something we believed was a weird, freaky fetish (ie, the male/male sex stories - ok, so maybe it is a weird, freaky fetish, but at least it's a weird, freaky fetish that is NOT unique!) is actually fairly popular. And there's a built in audience for it.
Just recently, I've found myself liking my own work more and more. Usually when I finished a piece, and then polished and edited and changed it and tried to shove it into someone else's box, I've not been at all happy with the finished product. And I was wondering to myself, why exactly, that was.
Had I really improved that much as a writer? Have I just lowered my standards.
Last night, I came to the conclusion that neither of these things were true. It was that I was finally doing it right.
I'm writing those stories that I want to read.
"What do you want?" Mr. Morden, Babylon 5