Monthly Archives: December 2011

Short Story Day

22 December 2011
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A girl writes a fairy tale on a large stone "chalkboard" beginning with the phrase Once Upon a Time - Image by Navy Blue Stripes

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It’s the shortest day of the year, and that means that they are celebrating National Short Story Day in the UK.

This makes me a bit jealous. Why can’t we Yanks have a holiday dedicated to the Short Story? We have had, in our history, some of the greatest short story writers that have ever been. But the way I figure, it doesn’t have to be an official holiday for us to celebrate it.

I talk a lot about novel writing, but I write many, many more short stories than I do novels and everything that I have had success publishing has been a short story, essay, or non-fiction article.  Writing short stories can teach a lot about how to create a story structure, how to have a good, tight plot arc.  You have to keep your characters on track in a short story – there simply aren’t enough words to let them go wandering off into subplots after subplots.

Sometimes it seems like the market for short stories is dying, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. The magazines that our favorite short story authors of days past first published in may be gone the way of the dodo, and even BBC radio, one of the last places short stories are regularly read on public airwaves, was considering cutting back on their short story programming (to much public outcry). However, where old markets are going the way of the dodo, new markets are opening up. There are popular short story podcasts, websites, and e-zines.  I sell more short stories now to online paid-subscriber e-zines than I do to print magazines.  Sometimes I do miss holding the contributor’s copies in my hand, but it’s nice knowing that there are still places out there to publish short-form work.

In celebration of Short Story Day, I’m going to share links to where you can read some of my favorite short stories:

 

Pre-Holiday Bleh (And an Offer!)

12 December 2011
The Hogfather

Death as the Hogfather. (From Terry Pratchett's book of the same name)

It’s hot. The closest that we’ve come to cold weather was mostly just wet and muggy.  Wet and muggy, of course, results in me looking like Hermione Granger after a spell went bad (that is, if Hermione Granger ever had spells go bad).  I’m hand making most of my gifts because I’m broke, which really, I don’t mind because I love crafting and cooking, but they feel a bit lackluster even done up in pretty bows with Christmas Robots on. I mean, does my aunt really need mojito scented bath salts?

I’ve been rereading my (still unfinished) NaNo novel and while there is definitely a gem there under all of the usual NaNo Must-Get-That-Wordcount-Up-NOW craziness, I find myself thinking “WTF was I smoking” more often than I would like and am feeling extremely frustrated.  The novel does make me laugh in all the right places, fortunately, which is necessary for a satire of all the things I love most about the fantasy genre, and my central characters are all cuddly as hell. I luffs them. Even the bad guys. After re-watching the Lord of the Rings movies with B, I realized that my elf ranger character doesn’t do nearly enough gazing wistfully into the distance, and aim to rectify that. This may be difficult, as my elf ranger has a personality like a very skinny Miss Piggy. But I imagine she can do it, if only so she can appear mysterious to her companions.

I based her on a particularly peppy cheerleader I knew in high school.  Except she’s friendlier, and likes boys who wear dresses.

I really like how my Christmas Tree sparkles, and the outside cats really like it too, they love to sit in the window and watch it shine.  The inside cats like to sleep under it in ridiculous piles of cute. I want to have a sparkly tree all the time. But Christmas itself is hard to get excited for when the coldest it’s gotten is “just a wee bit chilly.”

It’s not beginning to look a lot like Christmas.  It’s beginning to look a lot like London fog. Except without the cute boys and girls with sexy accents and scarves tied like ascots.

I need to get back into the short story market, which I always abandon around mid-October in favor of NaNoWriMo madness, but inspiration is being slow to strike. I’m in a writing funk, and when I’m in a writing funk, it tends to turn me into a bit of a scrooge no matter what time of year it is.

In an attempt to pull myself out of this funk, I am offering my Fanficcer Services to anyone who wants a story tailored specifically for them as a sort of smutty Christmas/Yule/Whateverthehecklemas gift. Because I’ve often found that when I can’t write anything else, sometimes it’s relaxing to step into someone else’s world for a little while and write something there.  It gets the juices flowing, so that when I get back to my own original work, things come more naturally and less like pulling teeth.

So here’s the deal:

  1. Pick one fandom from this list (to ensure it’s a fandom I’m familiar with): Star Trek (TNG, TOS, or any movie relating to the characters therefrom); Doctor Who (Any era); Torchwood; Sherlock (BBC and/or original stories); Harry Potter; Being Human (BBC); NCIS (I have a crush on Abby and I know one of these things is not like the others, so shutup); Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Firefly.
  2. Gimme a Prompt! Some idea of elements you want in the story, doesn’t have to be much. Note: I don’t do crossovers unless the shows are part of the same universe. Or Sherlock-inna-blue-box, which is my one exception to the rule.
  3. Tell me what pairing, if any, you want. Het, Slash, I go all the ways.
  4. Tell me what content rating you want it to be.  I may, or may not be able to fit this but will generally try not to go above what you want.

Put your answers in the comments, I’ll write them in the order they come and send them to the individuals personally.  I’m finishing up one gift-fic right now, then I’m all yours.  However, these holiday gifts likely won’t be done by Christmas – think more like New Years.

The Writer Needs Food

12 December 2011
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And cat food, and coffee, and chocolate.  Therefore, there’s a nifty new donate button over there on my sidebar. →

I hate to beg, but sometimes being a hungry writer ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Especially around the holidays. So yeah, if you have any to spare, to buy me my next non-fat grande mochachino,  it’ll be appreciated.

I’ll write you stories!

Gratuitous Begging Cat Image

Gratuitous Begging Cat Image

On Sexism of Female Costumes and Poses

2 December 2011
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There’s been a lot of discussion on costumes and armor of female characters lately, mostly relating to comics.  It’s a problem that has always been rampant in science fiction/action movies, comic books, video games, and pretty much anything that is marketed primarily toward a male audience. There seems to be a lot of confusion over what is a sexist costume and what is not, and a lot of getting down on just presenting characters as sexy as being sexist.

The thing is, as a feminist, I have no problem with a female (or male) character being presented as sexy. Hell, I’m bi, I like looking at the sexy ladies as much as any man does. I do love a badass fighting female who charges in with a sword and takes no prisoners.

Chainmail Bikini

I am so well protected by my tiny little scraps of metal!

However, when it comes to armor or costumes, form should follow function.  The purpose of a suit of armor is to protect the wearer in a combat situation where the person wearing it is going to be on the front lines, in the melee. In such a situation, a chainmail bikini, for instance, which protects the fighter’s breasts and maybe, just maybe, about a third of her butt while leaving her vital and most vulnerable areas exposed for a mortal blow is just, well, impractical.

I mean, would you go into a swordfight with your belly uncovered just waiting for disembowelment?  Honestly, a slice to the butt? Not the biggest thing to worry about when someone’s trying to kill you, really.

Hell, no, if I ever get caught in a fight I hope I’ve got my vitals covered, thanks. I could care less about my boobs except for the fact that they’re in the same general area of my heart and that’s a pretty important thing to protect… and say I want to be agile, to fight with speed instead of brute force – well, I want my leathers flexible, but I still want the same things covered.

Functional armor can still be sexy as hell, without leaving the fighter dangerously exposed or turning her into a ridiculous objectification.

If the woman doesn’t fight on the front lines, but is instead a caster or support class character? She’s much less likely to be in such danger from melee attacks and can pretty much wear whatever (as little or as much of it) as she wants without making the feminist in me sit up and go “grr.”  This would be the reason why I had no problem with Morrigan, for instance, in Dragon Age.  She was no fighter, so if she wanted to go about with a strategically draped scarf over her torso and not much else, well, that’s fine by me. The fighting characters that got up close in that game were very well armored, male or female, in armor that suited the function for which it was intended, be it full-on protection from heavy blows or a balance of protection and ease of movement.

Another problem tends to have to do with the way women are posed, in comics in particular.  I mean, how many of you out there, male or female, have ever posed for a photograph with your butts facing the camera, your head turned to glance coquettishly over your shoulder?  Or maybe with your back arched, boobs raised to point at the ceiling?  Now, how many of you out there have posed that way while in the middle of a fight?

This is what happens when the men pose like the ladies...

This is what happens when the men pose like the ladies... (Picture by Kevin Bolk)

While turning around and showing your ass to the bad guy may be a valid distraction technique, it really doesn’t make sense in many contexts outside the bedroom. To stand with your butt poked so far out and pointed directly at whoever’s looking at you while climbing ladders, talking with your best girlfriend and walking down the street, dropping out of helicopters, fighting your archnemesis, or generally being a hero . . . well, it’s ridiculous.  I mean, could you see Tony Stark doing it? * Superman?  These women look like they’re posing and ready for action, but the action they’re ready for doesn’t involve taking down criminals. Going down on, maybe.

Again, it’s a matter of form following function, or in this case the form being made ridiculous based on the context of what the character is doing.  Because unless I were shooting bullets from my boobs and a torpedo from my ass, I really would have no reason to go out of my way to point (and absurdly push out, or arch my back, or do any of those usually sex-related contortions) those body parts toward anyone. Especially if I’m fighting them.

It might make sense to pose like that in the bedroom to tease a lover, or for a pinup picture.  In which case, if the artists want to draw these characters there, doing that, maybe these poses would make at least a little bit of sense.

* Maybe Tony Stark was a bad choice of example here….**
** Ironman avows that the whole mooning incident was entirely falsified.***
*** Captain America says it absolutely was not and he really wishes he could find some brain bleach because, damn….

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