We played the fanfiction trope version of “fuck marry kill” in which the options are “slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers” and it’s been like 30 hours and I’m STILL losing it over the concept of fake-dating Saruman the White.
put 3 characters in my inbox and I’ll tell you who I’d slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers with XD
This means no pranks of any sort, just standard blogging.
april first is not a day for pranking your followers, it’s a day for complaining to them about whatever horrible and ill-concieved bullshit @staff decided to mod this hellfire pit of a website with this year
This means no pranks of any sort, just standard blogging.
april first is not a day for pranking your followers, it’s a day for complaining to them about whatever horrible and ill-concieved bullshit @staff decided to mod this hellfire pit of a website with this year
I think saying something can never be done is in the same snobbish vein as people who say “prologues and epilogues are dead!” like excuse the entire fuck out of you, but who died and made you king of the slushpile.
I’ve seen some truly awful flashback/prologue/epilogues in my time, but just because some authors fail to find a way to use them correctly, doesn’t mean the rest of us need to suffer from the restrictions of their ineptitude. A good editor will tell you if something isn’t working, or if there’s a better way to do it. A bad one will tell you you ought never to do something simply because it’s currently out of fashion.
As for how to do it well? I dare say if I sat down and tried it I could think of ways to do it, but the main questions to ask yourself are: does this add to my narrative in a way I could not otherwise achieve? Do flashbacks and visions work well within the world I have created? Is there another way I could relay this exposition in a way that is more effective? Does it feel convoluted and heavy when I do it? Does it slow the narrative down? Do I want to slow the narrative down? What effect am I trying to achieve by doing so?
If say, I were writing a fast paced contemporary piece, I would not use the above writing tools in my narrative. Now, an epic fantasy sci fi where the lines of reality are blurred and I can get away with heavier world building exposition? Sign Me The Fuck Up.
Prologues and the like are very good for creating a sense of oration, like you are being sat down and read to from a text long since forgotten to the passages of time by an old man with a snowy white beard and the zeal of madness in his eyes. But, in the hands of a different author, it could also be used to give the narrative equivalent of an introductory handshake. This is my world, this is the narrative tone we’re going for, bathroom is down the hall on your left, bedrooms to the right, and yes, sorry about the mess on the carpet. The cat’s just been sick.
Flashbacks, dreams and other forms of internal and external analepsis (that’s injecting backstory to you and me, internal being central to the character experiencing it, external referring to the world they are in) can perform a similar role. It can either serve to break up or cement the narrative as the author desires. Breaking it up may create a sense of instability or fragility pertaining to the internal state of your main character.
Or, like the pensieve in Harry Potter, (which I didn’t see a lot of people bitching about the same way they do “flashbacks” even though it’s a literal vessel for retaining and reliving memories, making me believe that most people bitching about certain things don’t actually know what the fuck they’re complaining about. The time turner on the other hand was handled like a piece of shit, but that’s another argument for later.) it can be used creatively to give the author more narrative freedom to introduce their main character(s) to elements of exposition in their world, that otherwise they wouldn’t get to experience, and would perhaps, need to spend several pages of conversational dialogue imparting. So what would have been worse in that instance? Fourteen pages of dialogue telling you the story, or a quick hop skip and a jump down memory lane that lets the author show it to you?
It’s almost as though sometimes, not using valid narrative tools….could be worse…
At that’s what it is, at the end of the day. It’s a narrative tool and one worth having in your toolkit, even if you never foresee yourself using it. Like that miniature blowtorch you picked up at Home Depot that one time on an impulse buy cause it was on sale. You only went in for a hammer and nails but it was there and while the higher reasoning part of your monkey brain is telling you it was a waste of money and you’ll never use it, not with all the other tools you have, there’s another smaller, more ancient part of you, grinning in the darkness. Because it knows. It knows that what no matter others might say, fire is indeed sometimes the solution. How you use it however is up to you.
You can either burn down the village by doing it poorly, or, you can figure out how it works and how best to contain it to better fuel your purposes. And if you decide you prefer to do it another way, great, fantastic, we are glad you found your way. But it’s just exactly that, your way. So I guess to answer your question a little more briefly than I have up until now:
Said is not dead, there is no one correct way to write. Anyone that claims otherwise is, in all kindness and honesty, talking out their arse.
Sure! Not likely to be in depth, ‘cause not my usual area of interest and day 2 of a migraine, so take it with a grain of salt.
Beyond that this movie is one of my favorites, regardless of anyone’s opinion on any of the flaws I’m sure exist and often don’t matter at all when I’m in the midst of watching it again…
I don’t have enough background knowledge of Eastern Europe to be able to comment on any of the costuming that is theoretically from that area.
Victorian England is also generally Not My Gig, but it at least tends to ping as accurate for the overall aesthetic – but I’m fuzzy enough on the details of what was fashionable when to be able to say if they mixed and matched or not.
The dresses the brides wear feels more like they stepped out of a painting than something that would be of general use. Definite influences from Ancient Greece, and needs someone more familiar with 19th century art to say if that’s accurate to the period.
His hair when he’s looking old always makes me giggle, and the armor. Although for whether that armor would be accurate for the mid-15th century Wallachia… *shrugs* ( @petermorwood – you wouldn’t happen to have an opinion on the armor?)
And regardless of the accuracy to history – Bram Stoker did less research than most fanfic writers into his source material for his primary character, so it’s really a question of if the costuming is accurate to a Victorian ideal, and I usually lose interest in more than a gloss of European history about the time of Elizabeth I of England.
Ideal when eating out, mom’s steak, warmed up leftovers, what goes in stir fry, stew beef waiting for wine to finish cooking, and feed it to the dog.
(Truely ideal doesn’t even have a full rim of sear around it, but grill marks over pink, with a lovely red cool-to-almost-chill interior. Usually means I’ve cooked it myself. Or, well, showed it a picture of fire myself.)
One ex-Borg, one half-klingon, and one helmsman who is beginning to think he made a mistake team up to get their captain and first officer to stop with the UST, and just do something.
Seven would like them to stop being inefficient because their “hormonally-driven emotional desires are inadaquately fulfilled”.
B’Elanna wants to throw something at both Chakotay and Janeway, because the mutual pining thing is not fun to watch, thank you.
And Paris thinks he should not have interrupted their strangely amicable discussion that evening, but he’s game if it makes the captain happy, what do they need him to do?
Janeway and Chakotay start finding themselves with little malfunctions whenever they’re alone in a space together. Turbolifts stop between decks, doors won’t open, communications glitch, transporters won’t work. They get stuck in her ready room, his office, the briefing room, the mess hall, her quarters and his, cargo bays, the Delta Flyer (or Delta Flyer II, whichever), and at least once in sick bay while the Doctor vanishes.
No one, of course, can find anything wrong in any of the systems.
Nothing is achieving the desired results, and in a fit of frustration, Seven and B’Elanna shut down half the main systems, most of the backups, and manuver Janeway into chasing a glitch down a jefferies tube. Which they then seal off, and convince Chakotay to go “rescue” the captain. One jeffries tube is abruptly without power, communications, sealed at both ends, and the one tricorder Janeway and Chakotay have with them indicates that the atmosphere in the compartments on the other sides of the doors has been contaminated with something toxic.
Seven and B’Elanna leave Janeway and Chakotay there for eighteen hours or so while they get the rest of the ship back online, while carefully diverting any rescue teams. Whether or not anything actually happens in the jeffries tube, this is a last resort, because it was rather blatent in the attempt to get Janeway and Chakotay together.
(How much Janeway and Chakotay suspect, what the actual status of their relationship actually is prior to and after Operation: Closets, and what consequences the conspirators face is entirely up to anyone writing this, because if I add this to my pile, the damned thing is probably going to come clattering down on my head.)
I don’t think there’s an applause gif big enough to properly convey my reaction to this.
Also, I love that if anyone tries to say that you’re just “another hack fic writer with no ideas of her own who is jealous of the “real” writers out there”, they could quite literally be crushed under your catalog of award-winning original writing as a response. They can’t dismiss your stance on this topic the way they do to so many unpublished / fanfic writers because you’ve already met all of the standards that they insist someone has before they’ll accept their opinion as worth listening to.
Bonus chapter going up because of a few absolutely wonderful people
who are helping to save my ass financially this week. The drywall
contractor taking care of the work I can’t do right now found another
problem today. *whimper* That’s problem number four. Problems are
expensive. There will be photo updates this weekend for those keeping
track of the SAGA OF THE 2ND FLOOR APARTMENT.
At least it no
longer reeks up there because of filthy ex-tenants and their
not-ever-cleaning nonsense. It just smells like fresh drywall, spackling
mud, and pine instead. (Yes, those totally do count as nice smells!)